Another Chance for the Luna Queen novel Chapter 262

Chapter 0262 

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“And you’re prepared for what that’s going to entail?” she asked, her concern evident in her voice. 

“Yes,” I said firmly. “I know it won’t be easy, but we’ve discussed this before our marriage. I knew what I was signing up for.” 

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” Elizabeth said warmly. “Just know that I’m here for you if you need me–always just a phone call away.” 

**Same goes for you,” I replied. “There are going to be a lot of changes for both of us in the next few months.” 

“That’s very true,” Elizabeth said, and I could hear the excitement in her voice. 

“Take it easy tonight,” I teased. “Don’t spend all night scrolling social media.” 

“I’ll try not to,” she said with a laugh. “Goodnight, Ella.” 

“Goodnight.” 

We ended the call, and I placed my phone on the table before heading to the kitchen. I decided to prepare something simple for dinner. Normally, we would have eaten already, but I’d been waiting for Alexander. 

At this point, I thought it best to make something he could eat whenever he finally came upstairs, so I decided on sandwiches. 

I wanted to be annoyed with him, but I had no idea what was keeping him so busy. I was certain that if Alexander deemed it important, then it was. 

Still, as the minutes ticked by, my worry grew. By the time the front door finally opened, long after I’d finished my meal, I sighed in relief and rushed to greet him. 

He smiled awkwardly. “Sorry I’m late,” he said, his voice apologetic. “And sorry that I can’t stay.” 

“What do you mean, you can’t stay?” I asked, glancing at the clock. “It’s nearly 10:00 p.m.” 

“I know,” he said with a nod. “But I just got a very important phone call–something I have to take care of right away.” 

“Some kind of emergency?” I asked, my concern rising. “It’s nothing dangerous, is it?” 

Alexander shook his head. “It’s nothing you need to be concerned about.” 

“Well, I made food,” I said uncertainly. “At least bring some with you.” 

Alexander started to argue, but I held up my hand to stop him. 

“You can at least take a sandwich,” I said firmly. 

He smiled, looking amused. “All right. Thank you for cooking.” 

He disappeared into the kitchen for a moment and reemerged with the food I’d prepared, wrapped in a paper towel. As he prepared to leave again, he stooped and kissed me on the cheek almost absentmindedly. 

“Don’t wait up for me,” he said. “I don’t know how long this is going to take, and it’s already late.” 

“Just be careful,” I replied, unease creeping into my voice, 

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“Always,” he said with a small smile before turning and heading back out into the night. 

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