Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 304

Chapter 227: They Are So Affectionate

Chapter 227: They Are So Affectionate

(Olivia’s POV)

“Olivia, I find what you just said quite amusing.”

Hearing these words, I felt the situation was rather ridiculous. I said speechlessly: “I said, Miss Miranda, you really don’t treat me like an outsider. I am Connor’s mate, and you’re asking me to bring my mate to his pursuer’s birthday party?”

It wasn’t anger, but rather incredulity at the audacity of the request. The whole situation seemed absurd beyond belief.

Miranda raised her hand, making a gesture as if swearing to the moon goddess: “Don’t worry, I just want to make up for the regrets of many years. You just need to bring him – you can show your mate bond publicly, I’m fine with it. I just want him to come to my birthday party once, that’s all.”

She was appealing to me, promising that she wouldn’t do anything inappropriate toward Connor during the celebration. Her blue eyes held genuine desperation.

“Please, Olivia, you’re the best – promise me this.” Miranda even gently shook my arm, acting almost like a pleading pup: “I really have no malicious intent, just this once, okay?”

I frowned, my amber eyes reflecting my internal conflict as I pondered the unusual request. This was definitely not a normal situation between friends.

After a long moment, I sighed: “Alright.”

Miranda’s face lit up with genuine joy: “Thank you, Olivia! I’ll treat you to lunch at noon to celebrate.”

At the upscale Moonlight Bistro, inside an elegantly appointed private dining chamber, Miranda, Connor, and I sat around the moonstone–inlaid glass dining table. Miranda handed the menu to me, letting me choose from

the selection of contemporary cuisine.

I ordered several dishes I enjoyed, including fresh prawns prepared in the traditional werewolf style. I had always loved eating prawns since I was young – in my childhood at the Winters estate, there were always pack members to shell them for me, but now there were only the three of us.

After the dishes arrived, I picked up a prawn and placed it on my plate, wiping my hands to prepare to shell it myself. Suddenly, Connor’s chopsticks reached over and took the prawn from my plate.

I looked up to see that Connor had already begun shelling the prawn with practiced ease. His movements were natural and fluid, his strong fingers working with surprising delicacy as he carefully removed the shell.

I was momentarily stunned and instinctively glanced at Miranda, whose wolf was likely bristling with jealousy.

Miranda watched with growing discomfort, her expression becoming strained. The perfectly shelled prawn was presented to me as Connor dipped it in sauce and placed it in my bowl.

I murmured a quiet “Thank you” and ate the prawn with obvious appreciation. Before I could finish the first one, Connor had already begun preparing a second.

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Miranda’s forced smile became increasingly difficult to maintain: “Connor, I had no idea you knew how to shell prawns for others.”

The heir to the Rivers pack, even during meals, had always been served by pack members. When had he ever done such intimate food preparation himself?

Yet his skilled movements clearly indicated this was far from his first time performing such tender gestures

Connor kept his eyes focused on his task, his voice steady as he continued shelling: “Of course I have to take care of my mate. I can’t always expect her to do everything herself.”

His words carried the weight of absolute devotion that made Miranda’s chest tighten with pain. She remained silent, taking a large bite of vegetables to prevent herself from saying something she might regret.

Compared to Connor’s confident declarations, I seemed somewhat embarrassed and shy by the public display of our mate bond. Soon, the shelled prawns formed a small mountain in my bowl.

Seeing that he had prepared enough, Connor picked up a hot towel and methodically cleaned his hands: “Is

that sufficient?”

“Yes,” I replied softly, focusing on eating the prawns he had so carefully prepared.

Connor then selected a piece of fish, meticulously removing every small bone before placing the clean meat in my bowl. I could feel Miranda’s cool gaze boring into me with barely concealed resentment from across the

table.

Noticing Miranda’s stare, Connor said matter–of–factly: “Olivia loves fish, but she’s often troubled by the small bones, so I make sure to clean them thoroughly for her.”

Miranda remained speechless, her jaw clenched in frustration.

I awkwardly pressed my lips together. I truly hadn’t intended to flaunt our mate bond in front of Miranda.

But even someone without werewolf senses could tell that Connor was being deliberately demonstrative. It was still Miranda who paid for this meal, and afterward, wouldn’t Miranda want to throttle me in retaliation?

My moral compass was too refined – I ate this meal with a distinctly uncomfortable feeling, as if sitting on silver spikes. The fact that I considered Miranda a friend only made the situation more awkward.

After the meal, Connor escorted me back to Moonstone Legal Partners while Miranda departed separately. Arriving at the law firm’s entrance, Connor gently lowered his head and placed à tender kiss on my forehead: “Livvy, I won’t come up – I still have pack business to handle at Rivers Holdings.”

I asked quietly: “Were you doing that intentionally just now?”

“Doing what?”

“Showing off our mate bond in front of Miranda – shelling prawns and deboning fish.”

Connor replied honestly: “It wasn’t intentional display even if she hadn’t been there, I would still shell prawns and debone fish for you?

I suddenly remembered that during our previous relationship, whenever we dined out and prawns were served, he had always prepared them for me. Deboning fish wasn’t new behavior either.

I wanted to respond, but Connor continued: “However, I did want her to see clearly that you are the only one in

my heart and mind, and I hope she will finally give up her pursuit of me.”

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I thought of Miranda’s request from that morning and asked: “Do you know that next Saturday is Miranda’s

birthday?”

Connor’s blue eyes turned cold: “I don’t know.”

In truth, Miranda had invited him to her birthday celebrations every year, but he had never attended nor bothered to remember the date. So he genuinely was unaware.

Hearing his response, I didn’t know how to broach the subject. Seeing my hesitant expression, Connor asked:

“What’s troubling you?”

I looked down at my feet: “She invited me to attend her birthday party.”

“I see. Do you want to go?” Connor’s tone remained gentle: “You don’t have to attend if you’d prefer not to.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to go,” I said. “It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“She wants me to bring you with me.”

Connor asked: “What’s your preference?”

“I…” I paused, then admitted: “I already promised her.”

“Very well, then I’ll accompany you,” Connor replied without hesitation.

I raised my amber eyes to meet his: “Aren’t you angry?”

“What reason would I have to be angry?” Connor’s expression was filled with tenderness.

I bit my lip, almost afraid to meet his intense gaze: “I know how she feels about you, and I still promised to bring you to her birthday party. Don’t you feel like I don’t care about our mate bond?”

“Do you care about me?” Connor asked, his voice dropping to that low, magnetic tone that made my wolf

“Of course I care,” I responded immediately.

purr.

“Then that’s sufficient,” Connor’s voice was soft and reassuring: “As long as you care about me, that’s all that

matters. I’ll go if you want me to, and I won’t go if you prefer I don’t.”

“Let’s still attend – I’ve already given her my word.”

“Agreed,” Connor said gently: “Then we’ll go, and let everyone see just how devoted we are to each other.”

I thought to myself: It’s not exactly meant to be a public display of our mate bond.

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