After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 92

I watched Carlos turn away, a wave of frustration rolling off him. My heart raced as I rushed to catch up with him, desperate to explain.

But just as I reached for his arm, I was blocked by his bodyguard. I recognized him immediately; he was familiar with me from past encounters. He stood tall and firm, his expression serious.

"Sorry, but you can’t go near him," he said, crossing his arms as he turned his back to Carlos. I could see Carlos’s shoulders tense, but I noticed the bodyguard quickly shot me a sideways glance, his face twisting into a subtle smirk. He was pretending to be mean, but I could tell he was on my side.

"Please, just let me talk to him," I begged, trying to sound weak and vulnerable. I took a small step forward, hoping to appeal to the bodyguard’s sense of compassion.

The bodyguard looked back at Carlos, then lowered his voice, leaning closer to me. "I’ll let you through, but you didn’t hear it from me, alright?" he said with a wink, then turned to Carlos with a stern expression. "You’re not allowed to see her."

Carlos glanced at me, surprise flickering in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "Let her in," he said coolly, clearly trying to play it off as if he were in control.

I could sense the tension in the air, a mixture of unspoken feelings and unresolved issues swirling between us like a storm.

The bodyguard stepped aside, allowing me to pass. I hurried toward Carlos, my heart racing with a mix of hope and anxiety.

Every step felt significant, each one echoing my determination to bridge the gap that had formed between us. "Carlos," I started, my voice trembling, "I’m sorry for how things went earlier. I dialed the wrong number, and it wasn’t what it seemed." My throat tightened as I spoke, the weight of my emotions threatening to spill over.

He studied me for a moment, his eyes searching mine as if trying to read my thoughts. I could feel my pulse quicken under his gaze, a nervous energy coursing through me.

Then, as if a light had flicked on, I saw his expression soften slightly. "It’s alright," he said, letting out a sigh that seemed to release some of the tension in the room. "Just… don’t shut me out like that again." His words carried an undercurrent of concern, a reminder that despite the misunderstanding, he still cared.

I nodded, relief flooding through me at his understanding. "I promise I won’t," I said, my voice steadying as I regained my confidence.

The weight of his acceptance felt like a balm to my anxious heart. It was a moment of connection that reminded me of the bond we shared, one that I hadn’t wanted to fracture.

"Let’s get you ready for the wedding," he suggested, his tone lightening. "You need to look your best."

I nodded, grateful for his distraction as we headed to his house. When we arrived, I found myself surrounded by luxurious clothing and extravagant jewelry.

The opulence of it all was overwhelming, but I tried to push aside my doubts. I rifled through the options, feeling both excited and anxious.

As I tried on a beautiful dress that hugged my figure, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. This wasn’t how I had envisioned preparing for a wedding—especially not Nathan’s. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt beautiful yet uncertain about the situation.

The dress accentuated my curves perfectly, making me feel elegant and radiant. The way the fabric shimmered in the light added a touch of glamour, and the neckline framed my face beautifully.

I couldn’t deny that I looked stunning; the dress transformed me, and for a moment, I felt like I belonged in a fairytale, ready to shine.