The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane) novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337 

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Kane’s voice rang out from behind, calling after me signored him keeping my gave forward. 

‘Don’t go 

“Just listen to me” 

“Hey! Stop the car 

I gasped when I saw him suddenly sprint to catch up with us. The diver stated it the brakes just as Kane reached for the door hande 

“What the “I turned to scold the driver, but before I could finish, Kane yanked the door open and slid into the seat beside me 

Stunned, I turned to him. “What the hell are you doing? 

Ignoring me, he looked at the driver and said firmly, “Alright, now done? 

The driver chuckled, probably assuming Kane was my boyfriend and that we were in the middle of a lovers‘ spat. 

I shot Kane a sharp glare. “Excuse me, what the hell?” 

He exhaled deeply, his eyes locking onto mine. The space between us felt suffocatingly small 

Shifting slightly, I put some distance between us, my hands curling into fists as imitation simmered inside me. “What is wrong with you? 

“I’ve been thinking about what you told me that night,” he said, his voice low and serious. 

I frowned. “What are you talking about?” 

His expression remained intense as he nodded. “The past seven days have felt like seven years.” 

Rolling my eyes, I turned toward the window, watching the scenery blur past. The crisp night air carried the scent of damp earth, a fleeting moment of peace. But the man beside me was doing everything in his power to ruin it. 

“Selene, I love you.” 

I went rigid at his words. My head snapped toward him, eyes narrowing. “I don’t have time for this 

nonsense.” 

The cab driver let out an amused chuckle. “Miss, real love is rare these days. If a man is confessing like this, why not give him a chance?” 

I glared at the driver through the rearview mirror. “Are you seriously eavesdropping on your passengers now?” 

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My cold tone made him clear his throat and quickly shift his focus back to the road, wisely choosing to stay silent. 

Kane, however, wasn’t done. “He has a point. Sir, what’s the registration number of your car?” 

The driver blinked, confused. “Why do you ask?”