Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 29

hapter 29

Questions that I’m not ready to answer. And maybe I never will be

To my surprise, Arthur has a kids‘ car seat in the back of his car. It still has a tag on it.

“You just bought this?” I ask, glancing up at him as Miles climbs in

Arthur simply shrugs, his gaze betraying nothing. I can’t help but wonder if he and Selina plan on having children soon. Although I tell myself that I don’t give a shit, the thought makes my chest tighten painfully. I shove the notion away, deciding that it’s not

my concem.

The car ride is mostly silent, save for the hum of the engine and classical music playing on the radio. Goddess, even the music

Arthur listens to is the same as all those years ago; he was always a big classical fan, and we went to more than one symphony

during our time together.

Miles begins to hum in the backseat. Arthur glances at him in the rearview mirror,

“You like this song?” he asks.

I want to tell him not to speak to my son, but I hold my tongue. Miles just nods.

Arthur looks at me briefly, surprise written across his face. I shrug. “Classical music is good for kids. It’s good for healthy brain

development.

If Arthur agrees, he doesn’t say anything. Although I swear I can see the muscles in his face soften ever so slightly. Finally, he says, “Well, if you like this, there are lots of good orchestras in Ordan. I could take you sometime.”

Miles‘ face lights up, and it’s all I can do not to bury my face and groan. If circumstances were different, I might consider going- I always had fun doing such things when we were together–but they’re not.

“That sounds fun!” Miles says, clapping his hands together. “I like to hear the viowins.”

“Violins, sweetie,” I correct. When I notice Arthur looking at me, I add, “Speech impediment. We’re working on it, but it still ships

out sometimes. ”

“There are plenty of good speech therapists in Ordan, too,” Arthur says.

I purse my lips, holding my tongue once more. I half expect him to offer to pay for one, to claim that the heir to the oh–so- esteemed Alpha President should speak well. But surprisingly, he doesn’t. Although he does say, “Are you just visiting

Arthur practically comes to a screeching halt at a red light. He looks over at me, his eyes as wide as saucers. I can feel my cheeks heat under his gaze, although I manage to keep my expression neutral.

“Why?” he asks, his voice lower now. He’s not speaking to Miles anymore, but rather to me. “I thought you were living with that

doesn’t know where we’ll really be living, as I don’t want him showing up at our place for whatever reason.