Chapter 22 An Apology is in Order
Roseline’s POV:
With the accusation against me cleared up, it was time to see what Wendy would do next.
I pressed the waitress, “If you stole the ring, how did it end up in my bag?”
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I had planned to take the ring when I finished my shift,” she explained, nervously wiping her tears. “But I didn’t expect Ms. Crawford to notice the ring was missing so quickl
and then she had the security guards looking for it everywhere. I was afraid of getting caught, so while no one was paying attention, I hid the ring in your bag. Ms. Sinclair.”
Her voice trembled as she continued, “Please forgive me. My mother’s really sick and needs surgery. desperate.”
“Did someone tell you to do this?” I pressed, my voice cold.
“N–no, it was my decision alone,‘ she insisted, eyes flickering anxiously in Wendy’s direction.
Wendy quickly cut in, biting her lip. “Forget it. Now that the ring’s back, and since you did it for your mother’s sake, I won’t hold this against you.”
I was
“Oh, thank you, Ms. Crawford! Thank you so much.” The waitress bowed down, apologizing to Wendy over and over.
“Not going to hold it against her, huh? Funny, that’s not what you said earlier when you accused me of theft.”
If Wendy had thought she could drop this so easily, she would have had another thing coming.
“Since the ring has been returned to its rightful owner and Wendy has said she won’t pursue this any further, let’s consider the matter closed. Seeing that Wendy was left speechless by Roseline’s retort, Raymond tapped her shoulder with his cane.
With that, Wendy motioned for the police chief to escort the waitress away, grabbed her ring, and started to make her way out.
“Hold on,” I said, stepping in front of her.
What, she thought she could just walk out of here? I wasn’t about to let her off that easy.
“What do you want?” Wendy snapped, her eyes narrowing.
I shot her a taunting smile. “Ms. Crawford, were you really planning on just leaving? You and whole
your entourage accused me of stealing. You even wanted to haul me off to the police station. Now that the truth’s out, shouldn’t you be apologizing?”
“You!” Wendy choked on her words, her face turning red.
Yeah, making her apologize to some country bumpkin Omega like me probably bruised her precious ego. but if she could smear my name, she could own up to it too.
“Apologize to Roseline,” Caden’s low, authoritative voice broke the silence. He’d been observing quietly, but now he spoke up.
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Chapter 22 An Apology is in Ordor
quivered with repressed anger as she muttered, “I’m sorry, Roseline. I misunderstood.”
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I felt a surge of satisfaction. I pretended to strain to hear. “What was that? I couldn’t quite make it out.”
Wendy was clearly struggling to contain her anger. She raised her voice slightly and gritted her teeth, forcing out the words: Tim sorry!
After saying those words, she couldn’t hold it in any longer and spun around, walking away.
As the Alpha of the Wild Pack, Raymond was used to big scenes. He cleared his throat and said to me, “I sincerely apologize, Ms. Sinclair. What happened just now was a misunderstanding. It’s not Wendy’s fault, so- please don’t take it to heart.”
I gave him a small smile. “Next time something like this happens, Alpha, I hope you’ll investigate more and avoid making snap judgments. It’s a bad look, blaming people.”
Raymond’s expression soured as he fixed me with a hard stare, his Alpha presence pressing down on me. Several nearby pack members backed away a step, clearly unnerved by the tension.
Caden stepped forward to stand beside me. I patted his shoulder, confidently meeting Raymond’s gaze. He wasn’t the only Alpha around here; I wasn’t about to back down.
“Ms. Sinclair, is your hand all right? I can arrange for a car to take you to the hospital,” Raymond said with a forced smile.
“No, thanks. I’m tired. I’m heading out.” I stifled a yawn, grabbed my bag, and walked out.
After such a long and exhausting night, I had barely stepped out of the hotel whe lightning. Before long, a torrential downpour started.
the sky lit up with
Great. Just my luck.
Rain was never my thing, whether I was in wolf form or human. Something about that oppressive weight of dark clouds always got to me.
Raindrops the size of beans pelted down, soaking me to the skin in moments. I looked around for Freya, hoping she could help me find some shelter, when a black Bentley pulled up right beside me.
The door opened, and Caden’s handsome face appeared. His eyes met mine, and he simply said, “Get in.”
Always so commanding.
I asked, “Why are you leaving too? Aren’t you going to stay for the rest of the party?”
Caden raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you coming up?”
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