The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane) novel Chapter 223

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Chapter 223 

“WHAT?” 

I couldn’t hold back this time. Jumping up from my chair, I felt every eye in the coffee shop turn toward 

1. me. 

But my focus was entirely on Grayson. He remained composed, as if he had anticipated my reaction. 

“Grayson, I–I don’t know what’s gotten into you.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” he replied evenly. 

“Do you even hear yourself?” 

“Yes, I do.” 

I shook my head in disbelief. “I can’t.” 

Without another word, I spun around, only to realize that everyone–Margot, the other employees, even the customers–were staring at me. 

Pulling off my apron, I strode toward the counter. 

“I’m stepping out for a bit. I’ll make up the hours later tonight.” 

Placing my apron down, I walked out of the coffee shop. 

The moment I stepped outside, I just kept walking, with no idea where to go. 

Tears blurred my vision again. 

How could he even suggest something like that? 

I was a divorced woman. A mother. If my kids were here with me, maybe I would have considered it- because they deserved to have a father in their lives. But they were with their dad now. 

My life was a mess. I couldn’t just pretend to be a normal woman. There was no way someone like him could actually want me. And I had no right to drag someone else into my chaos. 

Lost in thought, I was startled by the sharp blare of a car horn. 

I stopped in my tracks and turned my head. 

Grayson’s car pulled up beside me, and the driver’s side window rolled down. His face emerged from the dimly lit interior. 

“Selene, listen to me.” 

I shook my head. “No, I can’t. I already told you–I just can’t.” 

I turned away and kept walking. Behind me, I heard the car door shut, but I refused to stop. 

A few moments later, strong fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling me back. 

Facing him now, I saw the shift in his expression. 

“Why can’t you see it? You need to move forward. You deserve a life too.” 

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ripped my hand away from his grasp. “Oh, is that why you’re doing this? Out of pity? Trying to help me 

‘move on‘?” 

My voice dripped with sarcasm. 

“No. That’s not what I meant,” he said, his tone firm. 

“Then what do you mean?” I challenged. “Why would you even ask me that? Why would you want a woman who’s been divorced, who’s already had two kids? You’re young, Grayson. You’re the kind of man every woman would kill to be with. Why would you want me?”