Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 107

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Chapter 59: Cooperation in Ashes

(Olivia’s POV)

I had just settled into my seat at the restaurant when movement caught my eye. Ethan Grey was approaching a nearby table where a young couple had just been seated. My stomach tightened with irritation.

“Can you give me your spot? I’ll pay,” Ethan said to the man, his voice carrying clearly to our table.

The girl’s eyes lit up with interest. “How much are you willing to pay?”

“Five thousand dollars, is that enough?” Ethan replied without hesitation.

The girl’s eyes widened slightly. “Are you serious?”

Ethan nodded. “Of course. Just open your payment app; I’ll transfer it now.”

Delighted, the girl quickly showed her code. When the money arrived, she happily dragged her boyfriend away. With a faint smile, Ethan pulled out the chair and sat down at the now–vacant table right next to ours, leisurely pouring himself a cup of

tea.

I refused to acknowledge his presence, focusing instead on the menu in front of me. Connor’s hand found mine under the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

(Jason’s POV)

I stared at Ethan, completely dumbfounded. Had he really just spent five thousand dollars just to sit beside Olivia? This was a new level of desperation, even for him.

I glanced at Olivia, who was calmly ordering several signature dishes, plus an iced drink. Her complete indifference to Ethan’s presence was striking. She didn’t even spare him a glance.

Helplessly, I moved to sit opposite Ethan at our newly purchased table. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Ethan’s eyes never left Olivia. It was painful to watch him stare so hungrily at

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someone who was treating him as if he were invisible.

(Olivia’s POV)

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When my iced drink arrived, Ethan couldn’t seem to help himself from meddling in my business.

“Your period is coming soon, don’t drink cold stuff,” he said, his voice carrying that familiar condescending tone.

I inwardly rolled my eyes. Deliberately, I took two big sips of the icy drink, letting my face bloom into a sweet, satisfied smile. Then I turned to Connor beside me.

“I haven’t had this in so long; it tastes just like before,” I said softly. “Con, want to try?”

I knew my eyes were sparkling as I offered the drink to Connor. He naturally took my cup, drinking from the same straw I had just used. The intimacy of the gesture wasn’t lost on anyone at the table.

Connor’s ice–blue eyes met mine with warmth as he handed the cup back. “It’s good.

Sweet, just like you.”

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I felt my cheeks flush with pleasure at his words. This wasn’t for show – this was us,

natural and comfortable with each other.

(Jason’s POV)

Watching Olivia and Connor, I instantly understood what I was seeing. This was no arranged engagement of convenience. Their closeness was real and effortless.

I couldn’t help but peek at Ethan, who sat rigid beside me. His jaw was clenched tight, his gaze glued painfully to Olivia with a mix of anger and wounded pride. His fingers had whitened around the teacup, gripping it so hard I thought it might shatter.

“Have you ordered?” I asked, trying to distract him.

Ethan ignored me completely, still fixated on Olivia, lost in his own turbulent emotions. I could only sigh inwardly at my friend’s futile stubbornness and start

scanning the menu myself.

The waiter approached, and I ordered a few dishes, knowing Ethan wouldn’t bother.

(Olivia’s POV)

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Soon, the dishes I’d ordered were served. The aroma of perfectly seasoned venison

filled the air as the waiter placed it in the center of our table.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Ethan’s gaze darkening further. He frowned, blurting out, “Aren’t you allergic to venison? Why did you order it?”

I paid him no heed, happily enjoying the meat that Connor had so considerately cut into bite–sized pieces for me. The rich flavor burst on my tongue, reminding me of childhood dinners in Riverdale.

Jason awkwardly coughed from the next table. “Ethan, maybe… Olivia was never allergic. She just didn’t eat venison with you because you’re allergic to the herb seasoning they use.”

This revelation seemed to stun Ethan. “What did you say?”

“She’s not allergic,” Jason continued softly. “I once saw her with her colleagues eating

a whole table of herb–seasoned venison.”

The shock on Ethan’s face was mixed with disbelief and sour regret. “Really?”

“Why would I lie?” replied Jason.

(Ethan’s POV)

An acid pang shot through my chest at Jason’s words. For three years, Olivia had never ordered venison when we dined together. I’d always assumed she shared my

allergy to the herb seasoning.

But she hadn’t been allergic at all. She’d simply been accommodating me, making a silent concession I’d never even noticed or appreciated.

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