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Chapter 39 : The Trap at the Banquet - 1 Chapter 39 : The Trap at the Banquet ( Olivia's POV ) I paid no attention to Ethan Grey's departure from the banquet . His presence - or absence - meant nothing to me now . Holding a crystal flute of champagne , I smiled politely as I conversed with yet another important guest . The evening had become a blur of introductions and small talk .

Connor stood beside me , his tall frame commanding respect as he introduced me to several influential figures in legal and academic circles . His hand occasionally brushed against the small of my back , a subtle gesture of support that didn't go unnoticed by the observant wolves around us . " This is Olivia Winters , " he would say , his deep voice carrying a hint of pride . " One of the most promising young lawyers in Riverdale .

" Alexander , not to be outdone , had been parading me around to meet various business associates and pack leaders . His enthusiasm was exhausting but endearing . " My brilliant cousin ," he'd announce with a flourish . " The Winters pack's finest . " After hours of networking , my feet were screaming in protest . The elegant heels I'd chosen for the evening had become instruments of torture . I leaned close to Connor , catching his familiar scent .

" You handle things here , " I whispered softly in his ear . " I'm going to rest on the sofa for a bit . " Connor nodded slightly , his ice - blue eyes meeting mine briefly before returning to his conversation with the middle - aged couple before him . Even that fleeting glance carried warmth that only I could see . I made my way to a plush sofa in a quieter corner of the grand hall .

Sinking into the cushions , I slipped off my heels beneath the table and massaged my aching feet with a sigh of relief . 1/3 < Chapter 39 : The Trap at th . A waiter approached with a silver tray . " Strawberry juice , miss ? It's freshly made . " My favorite . I accepted the glass with a grateful smile . " Thank you . " +8 Points The juice was deliciously sweet and refreshing . I took several sips , suddenly realizing how thirsty I'd been .

My stomach growled softly , reminding me that I hadn't eaten before arriving at the banquet . Rising briefly , I visited the buffet table and selected a small piece of cake . The rich dessert paired perfectly with the strawberry juice as I settled back onto the sofa . My gaze drifted across the room , inevitably finding Connor . He stood tall among the guests , his presence commanding yet not overbearing . As if sensing my attention , he looked up , our eyes meeting across the crowded space .

I smiled , feeling my eyes curve with genuine happiness . After a moment's pause , his lips curled into that rare , subtle smile he reserved only for me before he turned back to his conversation . The sight warmed me more than any champagne could . I watched him quietly , my heart full of tenderness and affection I never thought I'd feel again . The unpleasantness with Ethan earlier had left no lasting impression .

It was like watching a movie about strangers - emotionally distant and ultimately forgettable . Now , Connor filled my entire vision and thoughts . Memories surfaced unbidden . As a child , I'd dreamed of a loving marriage like my parents had . I remembered watching my mother Sarah's face light up whenever my father entered a room , the way they'd dance in the kitchen when they thought no one was watching . But then came my mother's death from wolfsbane poisoning .

The light left our home , and when my father Richard remarried Natalie just two years later , my childhood fantasy shattered completely . I lost faith in love and marriage , seeing them as nothing but convenient arrangements destined to be betrayed . When the alliance with Connor was first proposed , I viewed it as merely a business arrangement - a cold , political union that would benefit our packs but offer nothing more than polite companionship without real intimacy .

Yet as we grew closer these past weeks , I began seeing the truth that had been there 2/3 < Chapter 39 : The Trap at th …. +5 Points > all along . Connor's gentle persistence wasn't new - it had been a constant throughout my life . Long ago , when my mother passed away , Connor had quietly started caring for me in his own way . He'd secretly learned to cook traditional dishes , then arranged for Dorothy Jenkins to deliver them to me , pretending they were from the elderly woman herself .

He'd tutored me tirelessly through difficult subjects , helping me gain admission to Riverdale University despite my grief - stricken state . The marriage alliance proposed three years ago had been entirely his idea ; he'd actively approached my father , eager to formalize our bond sooner rather than later . I had fiercely opposed it then , even running away from home to Harbor City . Yet Connor never blamed me for my rejection .

For three years , he traveled endlessly between Riverdale and Harbor City just to catch glimpses of me - yet never disturbed my life with Ethan , respecting my choices even when they must have hurt him deeply . Comments M Vote 259