Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73

And it smells like home.

Before I can think twice, I’m suddenly pulling the sweater on over my head, drawing the thick fabric up to my nose and inhaling deeply. A sense of calm washes over me that I haven’t felt in years, and I allow myself a moment to enjoy the comfort. Just a moment, I tell myself,hen I’ll take it off.

With that, I move out of the closet, laying the dresses I’ve picked out on the bed. I run my fingers across a pearly- white number, but it feels a little too formal. I then hold up the deep lilac ankle–length gown that I’ve chosen, but the pl

unging neckline feels like too much.

Finally, I settle for the black cocktail dress that I used to wear often. I know it looks good on me, hitting just above my knees while the thin straps show off my shoulders.

I then pick up the dresses I didn’t choose, planning on putting them back, when something catches my eye. Arthur’s bedside table drawer is cracked open, revealing what looks like a photograph laying within.

This time, something other than a mate’s instinct drives me. This time, it’s pure nosiness that prompts me to open the drawer and pull out the picture.

As I hold the picture in my hands, my heart sinks heavily. I slowly sit down on the bed, staring at the picture.

It’s… us. Younger, happier, and smiling. We’re wearing our bathing suits, sitting on the sunny beach with a

vibrant blanket beneath us and a picnic spread around us.

We look… in love.

I don’t realize that tears have begun to prick at my eyes until I hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

Shit.

Selina remains like that for a long time. A very long time. So long, in fact, that the sound of the rain outside and Arthur’s scent cocooning me begins to lull me into a sleepy state. When she still doesn’t leave, I finally sit down on the closet floor, leaning my head back against the wall.

And soon, I’m dozing off.

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The next thing I know, I’m being jolted awake by the sound of the closet door opening. I blink against the light suddenly being turned on and shield my eyes. Arthur is standing above me, looking utterly baffled.

“Iris? Why are you sleeping in my closet, wearing my sweater?”