Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

“Isn’t there chocolate in the pantry?” Alastor’s deep voice inquired, his demeanor seemingly unaffected.

However, it carried an intentional air of nonchalance.

The janitor cleaned the pantry this morning and threw away all of the chocolates and candies. The new stock hasn’t arrived yet. Felicia’s starving. Since you’re having breakfast here, Mr. Lopez, would you mind letting Felicia join in for a few bites?” the assistant whispered, casting a deliberate glance at Anastasia before asking, “Mrs. Lopez, you wouldn’t mind, would you?”

“I don’t mind.” Anastasia stated politely, her words cloaked in euphemism. “But I woke up at six in the morning to prepare this soup specifically for Alastor.”

Anastasia subtly presented the choice to Alastor.

Before Alastor could respond, Felicia took it upon herself to enter the office.

“Go ahead and take some.” Alastor’s tone retained its depth as he spoke to Felicia, his gaze carrying a subtle warning. “Just remember to have your breakfast before coming to work.”

It was clear that he was cautioning Felicia not to play such tricks in front of Anastasia.

Anastasia understood well that Alastor’s current reluctance to seek a divorce stemmed from her lack of transgressions in. their marriage up to this point.

drink some water.”

an exact 100 degrees Fahrenheit and passed Felicia

was palpable as

Alastor,” Felicia responded coquettishly as she shot provocative glances at Anastasia. “But… wouldn’t Anastasia be upset if I ate the breakfast she made especially for

Anastasia sneered.

Alastor responded, giving credit to Anastasia’s magnanimity.

as she picked up a spoon and sipped

expression flickered across Felicia’s face. Instantly, her

utter, her voice strained.

distress. “What’s wrong?” he questioned, a note of panic creeping into his

tone.

me my medicine.

He urgently called to his assistant, “Fetch her medicine!”

that Alastor was referring to Felicia’s asthma

in it?” Despite her face turning red, Felicia still managed

was confused. “Alastor,

to the food?” Alastor’s inquiry to Anastasia carried an accusatory undertone, though he was oblivious to the hostile attitude

help but find his words somewhat amusing, almost like a buzzing sound in her ears. “I prepared the mushroom soup as usual, and for the salad