Chapter 159:A Morning After

(Scarlett's POV) Breakfast was the last thing on my mind. Any sparks of appetite I had were completely smothered by the oppressive silence in the dining room. I sat quietly at the polished wooden table, my fingers gripping the hem of my sweater nervously. The aroma of freshly baked bread and warm tea filled the air, but I hardly noticed. Hunter sat diagonally across, his expression neutral, yet I could feel his latent curiosity. The pack housekeeper bustled quietly in the background, her quick glances at me almost unbearable as an unspoken message hung heavily in the air. Somehow, I was sure they both knew. Roman, sitting to my right, sipped his coffee casually, looking entirely unperturbed by the situation—so unlike me. My fingers tightened slightly as anxiety bubbled in my chest. Did he not care that this newfound bond of ours would inevitably lead to whispers? To questions? I could feel my face heating, imagining their thoughts. Was it that obvious? I lowered my head further, my