Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 175 - You can’t refuse, my donner

Seraphine’s smile was steady, but there was a faint crease between her brows that refused to disappear, a quiet sign that something about the way he kept calling her his donner wasn’t sitting right with her, even if she didn’t fully understand why yet, and still, she reminded herself to stay focused, to play along, to keep everything moving exactly the way it needed to.

Santiago stood across from her, his gaze moving over her slowly, intensely, taking in every detail and committing it to memory, and the look in his eyes carried a kind of hunger that made her skin prickle despite the composed expression she kept in place.

"You are beautiful," he said, his voice smooth, as he extended his hand toward her.

Seraphine hesitated for the briefest moment, just enough for her pulse to tighten in her chest, before placing her hand in his, her fingers cool against his warmth as he closed his grip around hers.

He guided her across the room at an unhurried pace, like the night belonged entirely to them.

The dining room felt excessive in the most extravagant way, with a massive round table at its center covered in polished glassware and bottles of sparkling wine that caught the light from the chandelier hanging high above, its crystals scattering a soft golden glow across the room, while the faint clink of distant movement and the quiet hum of the estate settled into the background like a carefully crafted atmosphere.

When they reached the table, Santiago pulled out a chair for her, his attention never leaving her face, and Seraphine lowered herself into the seat with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"I never imagined you to be a romantic," she said lightly, tilting her head just a little as she watched him.

Santiago’s lips curved in response, something knowing flickering behind the expression. "There is a lot you do not know about me."

He reached for a bottle and poured her a glass of wine, but Seraphine didn’t drink right away, her fingers resting lightly against the stem as her gaze wandered around the room again, curiosity threading through her voice.

"Isn’t this room a little too big for just the two of us?"

low laugh. "There is nothing too

That word again.

sharper now, more curious than before. "You keep calling me your donner.

the time in the world to explain something that clearly mattered more to him than it

chest, something old and buried trying to surface, but she didn’t let

tone smooth, almost teasing, even as that faint ache lingered beneath it, "except I don’t plan on settling

replied, almost

moving with quiet precision as they placed dishes on the table one after another, each plate arranged with such detail that Seraphine found herself wondering if they were meant to be admired rather

lingered on the food for a moment longer than necessary before

fortress," he continued, his voice carrying a subtle change, a thicker accent weaving through his words now, "you do everything

slightly in her chair, her posture relaxed, her expression calm and unreadable, like still water hiding whatever lay beneath. "Then I’m curious... how many women have you

leaving

long enough for the weight

breath that almost sounded like a laugh, lifting her glass and taking a small sip this time, letting the wine linger on her tongue before she spoke again. "That’s what men say. Don’t

utensils as if the conversation could wait. "Let’s eat first. We have the

that made the words feel heavier

nod and began to eat, taking careful bites, her attention split between the meal and the man across

eventually cleared away and replaced with dessert, another beautifully arranged dish that looked almost too perfect to

good," she said after tasting it, her tone genuine

was made just for