Chapter 45
Chapter 45
Nora paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts before replying,
“What’s going on. Arnold?” she asked calmly, trying to understand his urgency.
There was a brief silence before Arnold spoke again, his voice softer but still distant.
“Alex is sick. He needs your care.” The line went quiet, and before she could ask any follow up questions, the call ended abruptly.
Nora’s heart rightened with concern as she realized that her child was unwell.
Without wasting another moment, she turned her car around and headed straight for the villa.
Upon her arrival Nora hurried inside to find Alex sitting dazed in the living room.
He had just finished his medication, his small face looking pale and uncertain.
As soon as his eyes met his mother’s, a soft cry escaped him, and he reached out with trembling arms, calling for her.
Nora’s heart broke at the sight, and she quickly moved to embrace him.
Holding Alex close, she felt the warmth of his skin, a tender reminder of their unbreakable bond.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” she asked gently, stroking his hair in an effort to soothe him.
Alex mumbled softly, “I don’t feel good… I want your cooking, Mom.”
His voice was barely audible, filled with longing and the simple comfort of familiarity.
Nora knew all too well that when he was sick, nothing could compare to the taste and warmth of her own cooking.
It was more than just food; it was a connection to home and safety.
Resolving to make him feel better, Nora excused herself and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
The aroma of fresh ingredients and the clatter of utensils filled the space as she prepared a meal with practiced ease.
Meanwhile, a kind servant took charge of Alex, ensuring he was comfortable and attended to.
Despite the efforts to comfort him, Alex’s eyes welled up with tears as he whispered, “I miss Dad. I want to see him.”
Concern deepened in Nora’s eyes. She turned to the servant, asking quietly, “Have you seen Alpha Arnold today? He should have been here by now, especially after hearing about Alex’s condition.”
The servant shook his head, regretfully informing her that Arnold had not yet returned.
A frown creased Nora’s forehead as she pondered the situation.
Alex’s illness had been mentioned by Arnold, and it was logical that he should be the one to return home first. However, if he had chosen to take Linda home first, or if he hadn’t planned on coming back this evening, that would have been a different story.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed through the quiet corridor outside the kitchen.
Alex heard his father’s footsteps and, with a small, hopeful cry, reached out to be held.
Arnold stepped forward and gently lifted Alex from Nora’s armus.
In that moment, as Nora watched them, a strong scent filled iwr nostrils.
It was the familiar aroma of pine maxed with a gentle hint of roses.
Nora instantly recognized it. It was Linda’s scent,
Chapter 45
Nora’s face tightened as she averted her gaze.
en herself and Arnold,
She stood up quickly and took a step back, hoping to put some distance between
she could not stand being so close, not when his scent carried that reminder of Linda.
Arnold, absorbed in his concern for Alex, did not notice Nora’s coll reaction.
With a casual smile, he removed his blazer and held it out to her.
Arnold looked over at Nora, who was a little out of sorts, and asked, “How is Alex feeling?
His eyes searched hers for any sign of worry.
Nora stared at the blazer for a moment before shaking her head.
She took a small step to the side, refusing to accept it. In the past, she had cherished moments like these.
The touch of Arnold’s jacket had once filled her with warmuth, and she had felt blessed to hold something that belonged to him.
But now, the scent on the fabric made her feel uneasy and oven a little sick.
Her stomach churned as she tried to hold back the rising emotion.
Suppressing her feelings, Nora mumbled, 1 need to go downstairs. Llave dinner to prepare for Alex”
She turned and left the room quickly, her steps deliberate and heavy.
As she walked away, Arnold’s eyes lingered on the jacket still clutched in his hand.
He looked down at it with a mix of confusion and regret, as if wondering why the familiar comfort it once brought him now caused such tension.
Later that evening, after dinner had been served and Alex’s small face showed signs of recovery. Nora prepared to leave the villa
She had hoped to take her leave and start her own quiet night.
However, Alex, with his tender heart, pouted and tugged at her hand.
“Mom, please stay a little longer,” he pleaded, his voice soft and sincere.
