Chapter 175
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 175<\/p>\n
**Chapter 175 Did I Say I Wouldn\u2019t Help?**<\/p>\n
**Luis\u2019s POV**<\/p>\n
As I stood there, I couldn\u2019t quite decipher whether the rosy hue on Deanna\u2019s cheeks was a result of my playful banter or if it was simply a remnant of her earlier dash. The way her skin glowed made her look even more captivating.<\/p>\n
A teasing smile crept onto my lips. \u201cLooks like I have you all figured out, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDeanna, you know my assistance doesn\u2019t come free of complications.\u201d I let the words linger in the air, deliberately slowing my speech as I brushed my fingers against her hand, which rested at her side. Her skin felt soft and warm, still radiating heat from her run.<\/p>\n
For a brief moment, Deanna hesitated, her gaze flickering between our hands, and then she wrapped her long fingers around mine. Her voice dropped to a whisper, almost vulnerable, as she asked, \u201cWhat do you want from me?\u201d<\/p>\n
My gaze fell to her hand enveloped in mine, and a small spark ignited within me.<\/p>\n
This woman had truly become astute.<\/p>\n
She had finally grasped the art of getting what she desired.<\/p>\n
\u201cFirst, let\u2019s get you in the car.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d she replied, her voice barely above a murmur.<\/p>\n
I tightened my grip on her hand, intertwining our fingers as I guided her toward the passenger seat.<\/p>\n
Once we were settled inside, I kept one hand firmly on the wheel while my other hand absentmindedly played with her fingers, the car\u2019s engine purring to life beneath us.<\/p>\n
**Deanna\u2019s POV:**<\/p>\n
As the sleek sports car surged onto the main road, I stole a glance at Luis.<\/p>\n
He was fixated on the road ahead, his profile sharp and striking, characterized by a high nose and lips pressed together in calm determination. When we halted at a red light, his long, elegant fingers tapped a rhythm on the steering wheel, exuding an effortless composure.<\/p>\n
I found myself captivated by him.<\/p>\n
He was precisely the kind of man I was drawn to.<\/p>\n
\u201cLuis,\u201d I ventured, breaking the silence, \u201ccould you help me investigate someone named Felix Vax?\u201d<\/p>\n
He shot me a quick, sidelong glance, his eyebrow arching in curiosity.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s from Summit Design Studio\u2014the first person to ever throw shade at Bluewave Studio,\u201d I elaborated.<\/p>\n
Luis smirked, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. \u201cSo you want me to exact revenge on him for you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I glanced over at Luis, who remained focused on the road.<\/p>\n
Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled patterns over him, and his eyelashes created shadows that obscured his eyes, leaving me guessing about his thoughts.<\/p>\n
Sitting in the passenger seat, I felt a wave of deflation wash over me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou grew up with everything handed to you. You\u2019ve never had to fight for anything, so you wouldn\u2019t understand what it means to have a bond like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
At that moment, Luis reached over and playfully pinched my cheek.<\/p>\n
With a grin stretching across his face, he teased, \u201cDid I say I wouldn\u2019t help? Why do you look so downcast?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, you didn\u2019t exactly say you would. It sounded like you thought my investment was futile,\u201d I replied, my tone a mixture of frustration and disappointment.<\/p>\n
Luis tapped the steering wheel, his gaze still fixed ahead.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo be fair, it is a bit pointless. You\u2019d be better off starting your own design studio rather than pouring your money into a struggling one.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Deanna, investing isn\u2019t just about the project; it\u2019s about believing in the person behind it. If you understand your reasons and can accept the potential outcomes, then it\u2019s money well spent.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2258","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2258","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2258"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}