Chapter 47 - Rumor of the Millers
The youngest child was a son, but his face had never publicly been shown to the world. However, since the entire family consisted of Extreme Alphas save for the Extreme Omega who gave birth to all the children, everyone just assumed that he would also be an Extreme Alpha.
After recalling their faces one by one, I shivered. No matter who it was, I couldn’t imagine it. It obviously couldn’t have been Nathaniel with his cold impression, not the greasy Grayson, not even Chase, who was known for his difficult personality.
‘Then could it be the youngest son?’
Something suddenly flashed before my eyes. I flinched and blinked my eyes only to find Steward’s face directly in front of mine. I belatedly realized that he had snapped his fingers in front of my face.
“Oh, sorry. I got lost in thought…” I quickly apologized.
Steward smiled. “That’s all right, really. More importantly, you didn’t feel anything just now, did you?”
I was truly surprised. He was right. Steward proudly tilted his chin up. “You will slowly begin to learn how to deal with the trauma. Try concentrating on something else. You will find that your panic attacks will start to happen less often.”
“I see,” I smiled in sudden relief. “I finally get it. That’s why you made up that story about the Millers. To divert my attention.”
“Oh, no. That was real.” Steward innocently denied my theory. While I sat frozen with my smile, he chuckled and added, “I couldn’t possibly make that up. No one knows whether it’s true or not, but there certainly is a rumor out there about that. Besides, you know the thing about Extreme Alphas. They could do something like that without even batting an eye.”
Unfortunately, I couldn’t deny that. In the end, I was left with no choice but to shut my mouth.
I turned my head toward the perfectly timed cough. Charles was standing outside the open door. “The therapy session is over. Would you like to extend the time?”
“No, it’s fine. This is enough for today.” Steward smiled and stood up from his seat.
Charles walked in without hesitation. He stopped before me and bowed. “If you would excuse me…” he murmured politely and took the empty cup from my hand with utmost elegance.
Steward waited for him and followed him out.
I bid my farewell to his backside. “Thank you for today.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Yeonwoo… No, it’s the weekend,” Steward caught himself a moment later and corrected, “See you on Monday.”
I, too, nodded at him as he smiled and said goodbye. “Yes, Monday.”
When Steward left the room with Charles, I just blankly sat there for a moment. My mind was in turmoil after learning this new fact. My brain scoffed at the idea, but my heart kept wanting to understand Keith. ‘It can’t be helped. He was just physically born like that. His lack of consideration for others, his constantly changing partners, and yet never considering me as one of the candidates. All of this is because of his pheromones.’
But deep inside, I knew that he was just that kind of person.
I felt pathetic for trying so hard to internally justify his actions. Just as I sniffed loudly to be rid of the tangy sensation on the tip of my nose…
“What is it?”
I sprang up from my seat, startled by the sudden voice. Keith was standing across the open doorway. I opened my eyes wide and busily fluttered my eyelashes.
Watching me do all that, Keith asked with a scowl, “Were you crying?”
I merely stared at him in surprise. Keith was still standing there. I opened my mouth a moment later. “No.”
The crease between Keith’s eyebrows deepened. He abruptly peeled his foot off the ground and marched toward me with large strides. Before I could do anything, Keith was already standing before me in a heartbeat. Dazed, I stared at his gracefully long fingers as they approached my face. His elegantly bent knuckle brushed the corner of my eyes.
Keith opened his mouth and spoke in a low voice, “Your eyes are red.”
Now I really wanted to cry. I had to answer, but no sound would come out of my mouth. I hastily let out a dry cough.
“I’m just… a little tired. Did you just get here? Charles went outside to see Dr. Steward out.”
When I quickly changed the subject, Keith stayed silent for a little while. He took the hand that had grazed my eyes and swept back his hair. I quietly stared at his dark locks as they gently wrapped around his fingers and fell to their rightful spot. “Did Steward say something?”
“You heard me.” Keith calmly rushed my reply. I belatedly realized that he had misunderstood. He must have thought that I had been crying because something went wrong during the therapy. How very kind of him.
“Nothing in particular… I just personally had a hard time.” I smiled feebly, hoping that he would be fooled by my lie.
It was meaningless to hope for something like that. Keith, in the first place, would never realize whether I lied to him or not. After all, he didn’t care about me enough to do so.
Finally having realized this fact, I hurriedly rekindled the conversation. “How was your date? You’re back early.”
I stepped on a landmine while trying to change the subject. Keith had met his partner at the hotel today. I was the one who booked the schedule as well as the hotel. After work, Keith had dropped me off at the mansion and headed straight to the hotel without even getting out of the car. I had asked this question even when I knew better than anyone else what the purpose of the meetup was.
As expected, Keith scoffed. “Date?”
I couldn’t find anything to say and closed my mouth. It wasn’t like I could say instead, ‘Oops, my mistake. How was s*x?’ Most importantly, it wasn’t information that I wanted to know at all.
‘Ah.’ Just then, my sight became blurry. Only then did I notice Keith’s pheromones. I hadn’t realized because it had so subtly mixed in with his breaths. When my cloudy vision wobbled, Keith suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me in roughly. My body slammed into his, but I didn’t feel anything. All I could do was close my eyes and take in the sweet scent.
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