Chapter 1492: Chapter 1592

Ivy’s voice was a mix of awe and disbelief as she took in the surroundings.

“The wealth here is beyond what I imagined.

”

As I absorbed the opulence, Dylan dutifully played the tour guide, his pride in our home shining through.

Caleb, a silent sentinel until now, glanced at his watch and said, “I’ve arranged for a place for you to

rest.

A guest room is waiting.

”

Debra’s POV:

Caleb’s words brought me relief.

Living with someone who felt like a stranger, even if he was technically my husband, seemed daunting.

We had only met twice, after all.

It was odd.

A mix of relief and a twinge of sadness stirred in me, as if I’d lost something without knowing it.

“Sure.

” I mustered a forced smile and looked at Caleb.

“Thanks for understanding.

”

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Ivy, however, furrowed her brows in confusion.

“Why do you two seem so distant? As if you’re strangers.

”

Dylan’s voice rose with concern.

“Daddy, why is Mommy staying in the guest room? She’s your wife, right? Aren’t you supposed to share a room?”

These questions set my cheeks aflame.

“Well… I…” Words escaped me, my explanation faltering.

To my child, we might still resemble a loving pair.

Yet, from my view, the reality had shifted significantly.

Caleb seemed to share my thoughts yet with a serene demeanor.

As he gently patted Dylan’s head, he offered a simple reason.

“I’m nursing an injury.

It’s best I sleep solo to avoid further damage.

”

Dylan fixed his gaze on him briefly.

Nervous tension gripped me as I watched.

Surely, Dylan wouldn’t press the issue of sharing a room, would he?

My worries were for naught.

Despite his intelligence, Dylan was still just a child, untouched by the complexities of adulthood.

He accepted Caleb’s explanation with a nod and agreed.

“Okay.

”

Caleb said nothing further and began his ascent.

Observing his heavily bandaged hand, concern washed over me.

“Are you going to be all right on your own?”

Before he could respond, a gentle female voice interrupted.

“Alpha, have you found Dylan?”

The voice originated from the doorway.

Turning to the sound, I was greeted by the sight of an elegant woman clad in a blue dress that fell to her knees, her hair cascading down her back.

Her eyes quickly found Dylan, and with a mother’s instinctive concern, she approached.

“Dylan, are you okay?”