When Love Becomes 785
Posted on May 16, 2025 · 1 mins read
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Chapter 765 The Trainer Has Skills

Anabelle and Alpha looked at each other. Anabelle’s face was pale; Alpha remained indifferent.

“Sir, it’s the madam and the young lady,” Reuben said, sensing the tension.

Alpha then approached Olive and Anabelle.

“Uncle Augustine, are you going back to Greenland? We are too. Can we get on your plane?” Olive asked, taking Anabelle’s arm.

Alpha pursed his lips. “Yes,” he replied, then turned and walked away without waiting for them.

Anabelle watched him go. His gaze had been icy, as if he were looking at a stranger. For years, he had always held her hand, but now, she felt he had let go. She couldn't understand his changed demeanor since that night.

“Aunt Anabelle, let’s go,” Olive said, pulling her along.

On the luxurious plane, Olive sat with Anabelle while Alpha sat with a beautiful woman named Willow Carley. Anabelle could see them clearly. Alpha read a financial newspaper; Willow chatted animatedly.

Willow glanced at Alpha, who lounged comfortably, his long legs crossed elegantly. He was handsome and sharp, like a fine red wine, mellowed with age. She leaned toward him, pressing her breasts against his arm and whispering, “Mr. Augustine, stop reading. Let’s talk.”

Alpha looked up, glanced at her, then at her hand on his arm. “What are you doing? Sit back,” he said.

Willow’s face paled. “President Augustine, do you love your wife that much?”

Alpha merely curled his lips in a subtle, ambiguous smile. “So you know I have a wife?”

Willow found him difficult to engage. She didn't believe his seeming devotion. Fifty-year-old men, she mused, were often susceptible to temptation when their careers and families were stable, their desires seeking fulfillment.

“Mr. Augustine, of course I know you have a wife, sitting right behind us. Unfortunately, she doesn’t seem to care about you. She didn’t seem jealous when we sat together.”

The image of Anabelle hugging Marcus on the street flashed through Alpha’s mind, his eyes hardening.

Willow raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Augustine, no matter how good your wife is, she’s not young anymore. A juicy peach is before you; aren’t you tempted?”

Alpha glanced at Willow’s youthful face, feeling more anger than attraction. “Don’t get me wrong. At my age, I could be your father.”

Willow seductively stroked her hair, purring, “Daddy.”

She was skilled at seduction, especially with men like Alpha.

Alpha, a hint of mischief in his eyes, slowly approached Willow. She felt her heart race, convinced he would succumb.

But he stopped, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’ll say it again; I’m not in a good mood. Don't bother me. If you really want a daddy, I can help you find one.”

Willow recoiled, her face paling. His smile didn’t reach his eyes; they were cold, unyielding, and terrifying. She fell silent.

Anabelle watched from behind. They were about to kiss, and Alpha’s laughter was chilling. He was being playfully cruel, but this time, his target wasn't her.

Olive asked suspiciously, “Aunt Anabelle, what’s wrong with Uncle Augustine? Does he like that girl?”

Anabelle averted her gaze. “It’s none of my business.”

Olive, internally interested and jealous but outwardly indifferent, said, “Aunt Anabelle, are you really done with him? He’s like a child needing comfort. Without it, he'll be tempted. Older men often prefer younger women, and this girl is taking advantage. You’re just handing him over. It’s not worth it.”

Anabelle looked at Willow, so affectionate and admiring toward Alpha. Men probably preferred that type. Compared to Willow's warmth, Anabelle realized she had been cold, rejecting, and emotionally unavailable. It was no wonder he was moving on.

Anabelle took a deep breath. “Isn’t this what I wanted?” she murmured. A divorce, and him finding someone else. Yet, a sharp, spreading pain pierced her heart.

She patted Olive’s forehead. Olive felt like a daughter; a welcome replacement for her past regrets. “No wonder Elvis took your advice. Olive, you’re good at persuasion.”

Olive blushed, feeling guilty for her unwitting role in Anabelle’s pain.

The plane landed in Greenland, and all four disembarked.


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