All the questions he had prepared were now stuck in his throat, unspeakable. A deep sense of daze and regret flashed in Eric’s eyes.
She really had changed so much, grown so dazzling.
Like a moonflower stubbornly growing in a barren wasteland, blooming with stunning brilliance even without nutrients or care.
And he, he was still mired in past regrets and self–blame, stuck in the same place.
“Young Master Eric, what are your thoughts on this potion formula?”
After some discussion, the physicians from Dark Moon Medical Center all turned their gazes to the Alpha seated at the head of the table.
Because of this question, I had to look up at him, our eyes meeting for a brief moment.
Our gazes met and quickly parted. I lowered my head again, treating him like any other client, maintaining a professional distance. After a moment of silence, he finally raised no objections to the formula.
It wasn’t until I watched Eric sign his name on the commission form with his usual flourish that I truly breathed a sigh of relief, a sense of accomplishment washing over me.
After seeing the Dark Moon Medical Center people off to the elevator with Lyra, I was about to turn back to the apothecary when I heard a low, familiar voice from behind me, tinged with reluctance:
“Sera, wait!”
My steps faltered. My colleagues around seemed to sense something unusual in the air and quickly found excuses to leave. Soon, only the two of us were left in the spacious corridor.
