Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Chapter 71

1 blink, not sure what to say. I don’t know if I have the heat to tell her right now that we’re… not.

But Augustine goes on, “Ever since you left, it became awfully quiet up there. I miss hearing the music late at night. And the sound of you two laughing.”

My heart wrenches painfully at the reminder. When we were together, Arthur and I used to dance late at night to the music playing on the record player. It was always after dur nightly drink, and he would twirl me around the living room until my face hurt from laughing.

I miss those days. I miss that we can’t just fall back into them.

But I steel my heart, refusing to forget what has happened between us. Arthur chose political power over love, and didn’t consult me before he made his arrangement with Selina five years ago. Furthermore, he’s acted like I’m a gold digger on numerous occasions, lied to me, and has resorted to arrest to get me to come back.

I can’t forgive that.

Over the following week, I visit Augustine every day just as promised. She meets Miles, who warms up to her slowly but surely, and the week goes by without a hitch. I complete my paintings for the exhibition, and to my surprise, Ezra doesn’t seem to tell Arthur about the lawyer troubles.

Eventually, the day before the event comes, and I realize that I sent all of my more formal outfits back to Bo’Arrocan when we were supposed to leave Ordan. I only have my practical everyday clothes, and it’s a black tie event, so I’ll need something nice.

I consider snooping through my old shared closet with Arthur, figuring my old dresses are still there. But I can’t bring myself to go into our old bedroom, so I decide to head to a nearby thrift store to look for something inexpensive to wear. My new card came in the mail, so I can actually buy something now.

It’s pouring rain, but I head out anyway, allowing Ezra to give me a ride. He waits in the car while I head into the shop, and I begin to peruse the dresses, picking out a few that might suit me for the event.

I’m not shopping for long, though, before someone notices me.

“Hey,” a woman says, walking up to aren’t you?”