《Tears Of A Broken Omega 》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 130 章

Rhea POVWith nothing to do all day, I went back to studying. Thanks to Dorian’s money, I didn’t have to worry about working part time anymore since I now had more than enough. Still, I couldn’t relax without feeling guilty.For hours, I stayed locked in my room, trying my best to catch up on all the studies I had missed. What I didn’t expect was Dorian’s call.At first, I worried he wanted me back in his chambers. So you could imagine my shock when I answered and he didn’t demand anything.By the end of the conversation, my face was burning red, especially when he called me beautiful. It was silly, I knew. I had heard those words a thousand times since I was a child. But not from Dorian. And definitely not like this.I was certain he was drunk.“Rhea…”When Mom called, I was more than grateful. I hung up without a second thought, taking deep breaths as I tried to compose myself and mask my flushed face.“Coming!” I replied, heading for the door, only for my steps to falter when I saw

Kale POVThe majority of the dinner passed in a boring blur. Questions were asked, but they were mostly surface level, generic ones. She asked most of them, and I gave short, clipped replies.Honestly, she wasn’t bad company. She wasn’t pushy or giggly like I had assumed most high ranking girls would be.She had this stillness about her. A sharp kind of intelligence that made me think she was observing me just as much as I was ignoring her.But still, my attention wasn’t on her.My thigh practically buzzed from how often my phone vibrated in my pocket with notifications that weren’t from Rhea. Every time I felt it, my thoughts snapped back to her.Was she okay?Was she with anyone?Was she even thinking about me at all?“So, what do you actually see when you look at me?” Elizabeth asked suddenly, leaning back and swirling the red wine in her glass.I blinked, dragged out of a mental image of Rhea. “What?”“You’ve been staring at my forehead or the salt shaker for forty minutes, Kale,”

Rhea POVMy chest felt a little lighter after spilling everything to Kenize. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed to tell someone, someone really close to me, about… everything. Until last night, I didn’t know how heavy the secret had become, how it sat on my lungs like wet concrete. Now that even a tiny piece of it was out, even if it was just the surface-level version, I could finally breathe.I couldn’t stop blushing when she teased me. Kenize was relentless, poking, grinning, practically dragging details out of me about my supposed boyfriend.We stayed up for hours, the rain trapping her at my place. She talked about the guys she’d been with, spilling every filthy detail without shame. Positions. Sounds. How one guy lasted thirty seconds and another made her see stars. Normally, I would have just listened with curiosity or low-key disgust, nodding along like the innocent best friend I used to be.But not tonight.Tonight, I actually enjoyed it.Because for the first time, I could

Rhea POV“Huh… never thought I’d see this face around this wing,” Mrs. Agnes said.She said it when I returned to the west wing halls to grab some cleaning supplies.I could only manage a polite smile, bowing my head before continuing toward the storage closet.“How’s your mother?”Her words made me stop in my tracks, and I turned back to her, stunned.She still wore that grumpy old expression—lips pursed, brows furrowed like she was annoyed the world existed—but the question was real.It brought me a strange sense of relief knowing she cared enough to ask, especially remembering the time I’d pleaded with her for an advance on my pay and she couldn’t give it because it wasn’t in her power.“She’s much better,” I replied.“That’s good to hear.” Mrs. Agnes nodded once, then turned away, muttering grumpily under her breath. “I always told her to take good care of herself. She just never listens. Hardheaded woman.”Hearing those words made my smile stretch even wider. At least someone in

Rhea POV“I prefer strawberries,” I said softly. It had been a while since I’d had any.Sarah’s eyes followed my gaze. “Go for it, then.” She shrugged. “Just don’t take too long. We have to head back in thirty minutes.”I nodded and started walking ahead, leaving them behind. It was just strawberries, after all. I only needed one, so I shouldn’t waste too much time.When I reached the bush, I crouched down and picked the ripest one I could find, then took a big bite.The sweetness exploded in my mouth, and I hummed without meaning to, my eyes fluttering closed for a second. It tasted even better than I remembered. Better than anything I’d had in weeks. In less than a minute, I was finished with the first and reaching for a second. Then a third. Then a fourth.“Careful, or you’ll choke.”A deep, almost amused voice spoke out of nowhere, startling me so badly I shrieked and stumbled backward. The half-eaten strawberry slipped from my fingers and plopped into the dirt.I looked up to fin