Semua Bab I Married An Alpha After Divorce: Bab 121 - Bab 126

Clara’s POVI smoothed my palms over my dress, my cheeks straining from wearing a forced smile all day.It was evening already, and although I was happy, and grateful for the success of the launch, I was still so overwhelmed, and tired.Plus I was pregnant. I couldn’t really afford to do too much.I needed to get out of here, and soon.Just then, Edward breezed past me, chatting with a friend, and snapping out of my reverie, I lunged forward and grabbed his wrist gently.“Can I talk to you for a sec?” I asked as he stared down at me with a mix of puzzle and concern in his face, while I pretended like his friend wasn’t staring a hole into my face.“Sure,” he replied, the small frown disappearing as he patted his friend’s arm, leading us away from him. “What is it?” He asked as soon as we were out of earshot.“Can we just go home now?” I asked without the slightest bit of hesitation, wrapping my fingers around his arm. “I’m burnt out like crazy, and,” I held up a palm face-forward as he

Nate’s POVI sat in my office, my palms folded under my chin, staring hard into space.Just like I’d been doing for over thirty minutes now. I’d been just like this. Unmoving. Deep in thought.Waiting in turmoil and agitation.Why was it taking so long to get a feedback from him? I’ve been waiting ever since, glancing at my phone from time to time, expecting a call. Wondering if something might have gone wrong. And what.I let out a deep sigh, reaching down and snatching my phone off the desk.Just then, a knock sounded on my door, and it swung open in the next nanosecond, Michael stepping inside.I pushed to my feet almost immediately, leaning forward and watching him as he approached, with an unblinking intensity, wondering why I couldn’t read shit in his blank expression.“What’s the update?” I queried in a hurried tone. “Has he signed it?”I’d sent him along to Edward, with the application for the extension of my title. And I’d been on edge ever since…Michael paused in front of m

Edward’s POV I walked into the room where the man we’d captured was being kept and tortured, my eyes taking in his bloodied frame. Jack was the man that had tried to kill Clara and Lydia, and he has refused to spill the name(s) of who had sent him. No matter how much he’d been beaten and battered, he’d remained mute and only continued to plead incoherently. Immediately, my shadow fell on him in the single-window room, he lifted his head and saw me standing there, cowering back in fear and visibly trembling. I stared hard at him, my jaw set in a grim line. Why is he so scared if he isn’t willing to talk? What is he ao afraid of? Who is he so afraid of? Perhaps he was holding onto something… holding back something… Rolling up my sleeves, I beckoned to the men standing outside the room, and they entered immediately. “Shave off his head,” I ordered, nodding towards Jack, who started to whimper pathetically, shaking his head. “No, p-please,” he cried, trying to scamper backwards.