<b>Chapter </b><b>195</b><b>: </b><b>Morning </b>Confrontation


    Chapter 195: Morning Confrontation


    (Connor’s POV)


    The next morning, I drove my Cullinan toward the Winters Family Estate with a specific purpose in mind. As I


    approached the vi district entrance, a familiar ck Maybach caught my attention.


    Adrian Sinir’s vehicle. I had memorized that license te number after seeing it parked outside


    Moonstone Legal Partners multiple times.


    My jaw tightened as I recognized the threat. Adrian was heading to see Olivia again, and my Alpha instincts red with territorial rage.


    I elerated past his Maybach in a clear disy of dominance, my engine roaring as I overtook him. Then I


    deliberately slowed down, forcing him to follow behind me.


    Through my rearview mirror, I watched Adrian’s reaction. The bastard merely smiled at my territorial disy, showing no signs of backing down.


    Rather than rise to my challenge, he calmly reduced his speed and followed with practicedposure. His


    Both our vehicles arrived at the Winters vi simultaneously. We parked and exited our cars in perfect unison,


    creating immediate tension in the peaceful morning air.


    The morning breeze carried fresh scents of dew and flowers. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating


    dancing shadows on the ground.


    But the atmosphere between us crackled with supernatural hostility.


    My ice–blue eyes locked onto Adrian like sharp des. I fixed him with a cold stare that could freeze blood.


    “What is Lawyer Sinir doing at the Winters family so early?” I asked with a cold smile.


    Adrian maintained his polite expression, but his eyes turned ice–cold. “That’s none of your concern.”


    My Alpha aura red dangerously. “Don’t covet people who don’t belong to you.”


    “Does the person you covet belong to you?” Adrian retorted without missing a beat.


    “She can only belong to me,” I dered with absolute certainty.


    “That’s not necessarily true,” Adrian replied defiantly.


    My control snapped. I stepped closer aggressively, my presence radiating lethal intent.


    “You dated someone else for three months after confessing to Olivia,” I snarled. “Then came back to pursue her after breaking up.”


    I moved even closer, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “What do you take her for? She’s not a


    second choice.”


    Adrian’s polite smile finally disappeared. His expression darkened as my words hit their mark.


    Just as he opened his mouth to respond, Olivia’s voice called out from behind <b>the </b><b>iron </b>gate.


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    “Adrian? Why haven’t youe inside yet?”


    Her voice carried concern and curiosity. She could see his silhouette through the gate but couldn’t see <b>me </b>


    hidden behind the tree.


    Hearing Olivia’s voice, Adrian’s harsh expression immediately softened. The transformation was instant and


    “I’ming,” he called back to her, his tone warm and gentle.


    He turned to me with renewedposure, his professional mask sliding back into ce. “Goodbye, Mr.


    Rivers.”


    Adrian walked to his car’s rear door and opened it with a flourish. “Come on, Sophie. We’re going to y with


    Sister Olivia.”


    A delighted little girl’s voice responded from inside. “Really? Can we make cookies together?”


    “Of course,” Adrian replied cheerfully, helping the child out of the car.


    I watched his retreating figure, my fingers slowly clenching into fists. The tension remained unresolved, burning in my chest like acid.


    (Olivia’s POV)


    Inside the Winters household, Natalie greeted Adrian warmly. She had maintained a positive impression of him since their hospital encounter.


    “Adrian, it’s wonderful to see you again<i>,” </i>she said with genuine pleasure.


    During that previous meeting, she had learned that Adrian obtained a protection charm from Moonlight Temple for me. She had mentioned this to Richard, who responded with a nomittal “hmm.”


    I still wasn’t sure whether my father approved or disapproved of Adrian.


    Today, both Richard and Natalie were home. Adrian demonstrated his excellent upbringing by bringing thoughtful gifts.


    “I brought some 1990s moonberry wine,” he said, presenting two elegant bottles. “And premium herbal tea


    leaves.”


    He had clearly researched my father’s preferences. Richard didn’t smoke but enjoyed tea and asional


    drinks.


    Richard showed slight approval but remained reserved. “Thank you. That’s very considerate.”


    Natalie was much more weing. “How thoughtful! Richard will definitely enjoy these.”


    Grace and Sophie immediately bonded, chattering excitedly about their nned activities.


    “Can we bake cookies?” Sophie asked with sparkling eyes.


    “Yes! And we can y in the garden too,” Grace replied enthusiastically.


    The two girls ran upstairs together, theirughter echoing through the house.


    In the living room, Adrian and I sat down to discuss legal cases. Agnes Turner served us tea and fresh fruit with quiet efficiency.


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    Richard respectfully withdrew to his study without interfering. His departure showed trust in my professional


    judgment.


    Natalie also tactfully left us alone. As she walked away, I caught her thoughtful expression.


    She was probably thinking how well–matched Adrian and I appeared together. I knew she hoped I could move on from Connor and find happiness with someone like Adrian.


    “I’ve reviewed the Miranda ckwood case files,” Adrian began professionally.


    “What’s your assessment?” I asked, focusingpletely on our work.


    “The mate bond severance will beplicated,” he exined. “Malcolm ckwood is fighting it aggressively.


    We discussed legal strategies and precedents withplete dedication. Our professional chemistry was


    undeniable.


    Back at Moonstone Legal Partnerster that day, I felt revitalized by returning to work. More than a month of hospital recovery had left me eager to resume my career.


    During my absence, I had to find substitutewyers for several court hearings. My friends had refused to bring case files to the hospital, insisting I focus on healing.


    Adrian had jokingly assured me that the firm wouldn’t copse without me.


    Now, sitting in my familiar office chair, I experienced a sense of rebirth and rxation. The familiar environment energized mepletely.


    Jade Mitchell and Emma Thompson weed me back enthusiastically.


    “Wee back, boss!” Jade said with a grin, cing a stack of case files on my desk. “Plenty of work waiting for you.”


    Emma updated me on cases handled during my absence. “All the substitute hearings resulted in victories,” she reported proudly.


    “That’s excellent news,” I replied, genuinely impressed. “Emma, you’ve made significant progress.”