After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120 

Chapter 120 

Nora said nothing as she turned away, trying to put as much distance between them as possible, but Arnold’s voice stopped her. 

“Grandma knows about us getting a divorce.” 

Nora stilled for a second before responding, her voice calm. “It’s good to know.” 

At least now, there would be no more forced meetings, no more fake smiles, no more pretending, Arnold’s grandmother had always been the one pulling the strings, trying to orchestrate reconciliation between them. But now, with the truth out, that exhausting charade could finally end. 

A faint sigh escaped her lips, but she said nothing more. 

They left the hallway in silence, walking side by side yet worlds apart. The tension between them was almost tangible, filled with unsaid words and unresolved emotions. 

As they neared the dining hall, Nora stepped on a puddle of water she hadn’t noticed. The moment her foot slipped, a sharp intake of breath left her lips, her body tilting dangerously to the side. 

Before she could hit the ground, strong hands caught her. 

Arnold. 

His grip was firm but not rough, steadying her before she could fall. 

For a second, she felt the heat of his touch, a reminder of how familiar this used to be. But the moment passed quickly. 

Nora pulled away immediately, straightening herself with a muttered, “I’m fine.” 

Arnold let go just as quickly, his expression unreadable. 

Neither of them said anything. 

But someone else had seen. 

Dalton had stepped outside the dining hall to light a cigarette when his gaze landed on them. He exhaled slowly, watching the scene with mild curiosity. 

Arnold and Nora… they barely spoke, yet there was something about them. 

The coldness in their demeanor wasn’t just indifference–it was the kind of distance that only came after once knowing someone deeply. A past that lingered, unresolved. 

Dalton had seen Arnold around with Linda more than once, and he had always assumed that Linda was the one Arnold wanted. But now, watching the way Nora and Arnold stood so rigidly apart, yet somehow still in sync, he 

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wasn’t so sure. 

Tapping the ash off his cigarette, Dalton chuckled to himself. 

Interesting. 

The next morning, the tension of the previous night faded as Nora and Leo arrived at the studio. She was ready to immerse herself in work, but the moment she stepped inside, she stopped short. 

The office had been transformed. 

Pine branches draped over doorways, their scent mingling with the rich aroma of food. Handcrafted wolf shadow lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting intricate silhouettes along the walls. The long communal table was laden with festive dishes–wild game stew, snowy mountain berry wine, and traditional pastries. 

Nora blinked in surprise. “Wow, that looks quiet an artistic work in there“.. 

Beside her, Leo froze for a moment before realization dawned on his face. “The Frostwolf Celebration is here? So 

soon?” 

Nora nodded slowly. She had lost track of the days, but of course, winter was at its peak. 

The **Frostwolf Celebration** was the most sacred festival among the wolves. Long ago, it marked the transition from winter’s harsh survival to the promise of spring. It was a time of renewal, a tribute to the moon, nature, and 

the enduring strength of the pack. 

Looking around, she could see the joy in everyone’s faces. People laughed, exchanged stories, and prepared for the night’s Moonlit Rite. 

A warmth spread in her chest. 

For a little while, she allowed herself to be swept up in the celebration, momentarily pushing aside the thoughts that usually pressed at the back of her mind. 

As the workday ended and the office celebration came to a close, Nora stepped out onto the street. 

The city was alive with the festival’s energy. Lanterns lined the pathways, their glow casting soft golden hues over the snow–dusted ground. Musicians played lively tunes, children ran ahead of their parents, and laughter echoed through the air. 

The **Frostwolf Celebration** was in full swing, and the city pulsed with life. 

Laughter and music filled the night, blending with the rhythmic beat of drums that echoed through the heart of the festival. Street performers dressed in traditional wolf–patterned cloaks danced in elegant, fluid movements, reenacting ancient tales of the moon’s blessings upon their kind. 

Children, their cheeks flushed from the cold, ran through the crowds, holding small wooden carvings of wolves for good luck. 

But despite the festivity around her, Nora felt alone. 

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