Apocalypse: Reborn with a Soul Sync Farming Space System-Chapter 135 Apology

Alexander had not expected to see that.

He had come to the valley reluctantly, holding the bouquet of roses that now looked strangely out of place against the dusty road and the working fields behind him. The flowers had been carefully chosen earlier that morning, though even he had felt slightly ridiculous carrying them across the fortress like a young man making his first awkward apology. Still, he had convinced himself that the gesture might soften Laurel’s anger from the dinner a few nights ago, because no matter how stubborn she could be, she had always been someone who appreciated sincerity.

But what he saw now made that thought feel foolish.

From where he stood, partially hidden behind the corner of the warehouse building, he watched Laurel jump slightly to reach Chris’s head while ruffling his hair with clear determination, her expression far livelier than the calm composure she usually carried. Chris, instead of stopping her, simply laughed and leaned away from her hands while continuing to tease her, the two of them moving back and forth along the path like children who had forgotten the rest of the world existed.

The sound of their laughter carried faintly across the road.

Alexander’s grip tightened unconsciously around the bouquet.

The petals bent beneath the pressure of his fingers, and one of the stems snapped quietly, though the sound was lost beneath the distant noise of the farmers still working in the valley.

For several seconds he did not move. At that moment, his heart was being roasted in a lava of fire.

The scene before him made a bitter green feeling of jealousy pool in his chest.

Laurel had always been calm, even reserved in front of others, and although she could occasionally show warmth toward people she trusted, Alexander had never seen her behave this freely with anyone before.

Especially not with another man.

Chris eventually caught Laurel’s wrist lightly to stop her from continuing her assault on his hair, though his expression remained amused rather than annoyed.

"Alright, alright," he said, stepping back half a pace. "If you keep jumping like that, you’re going to trip over your own feet."

Laurel finally stopped trying to reach him and crossed her arms, though the faint annoyance on her face could not completely hide the smile lingering at the corner of her lips.

"You started it," she said.

Chris shrugged casually. "Not my fault you couldn’t handle a little teasing."

Laurel opened her mouth as if to argue but stopped when she noticed movement further down the road.

Her gaze drifted towards the movement and that was when she noticed the familiar figure, whose face was now red with emotions she couldn’t name.

Alexander stood several meters away, his tall figure unmistakable even from a distance. The roses in his hand looked oddly crushed now, several petals hanging loosely from the stems as though the flowers had suffered through a storm before reaching their destination.

Laurel’s expression changed slightly.

Chris noticed the shift immediately and followed her gaze.

For a brief moment, silence stretched between the three of them.

Alexander slowly walked toward them.

The farmers nearby continued their work without paying attention, though a few curious glances followed him as he passed. It was not every day that the young master of the Wayne family walked through the farming sector carrying flowers.

Chris’s expression returned to its usual calm composure.

Laurel, however, simply stood where she was.

Alexander stopped a few steps away. His eyes moved briefly between them before settling on Laurel.

"I was looking for you," he said.

His voice sounded controlled, though the tension beneath it was difficult to miss.

Laurel glanced at the roses in his hand and then back at his face.

"What for?"

Alexander lifted the bouquet slightly, though the gesture felt awkward now that the flowers had clearly suffered from his earlier grip.

"I came to apologize," he said.

Chris raised an eyebrow slightly but remained silent.

Laurel looked genuinely surprised for a moment, though the feeling faded quickly as she studied Alexander’s expression.

"For what happened at the dinner," he added.

Laurel lowered her gaze briefly as if considering his words.

"That was a family matter," she said calmly. "You don’t need to apologize to me for it."

Alexander’s jaw tightened. "It was still my responsibility."

Chris folded his hand behind his back, allowing the conversation to unfold without interfering.

Alexander stepped closer and held out the bouquet toward Laurel.

"These are for you."

Laurel stared at the roses for a moment.

They were beautiful, though several petals had been crushed slightly and one stem hung broken beneath the others.

’Did he really think this would solve the humiliation from that night? He basically gathered his family to bully me and pressure me to hand over my powers to him. So he really believes these roses that look like they are barely surviving are worth my forgiveness?’

"Thank you for the flowers, but I can’t accept them." She said with a polite smile.

Alexander’s last rope of restraint almost snapped. "Why?"

"Because I don’t hold any grudge against you," Laurel said, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as it started.

The tension between them thickened.

Alexander glanced at Chris with a glare that could kill if looks could kill. "Is it because of him? Are you doing all of these because of him?" His voice carried accusations and hurt.

Chris turned to Laurel. "I’ll go now to arrange what you’ve asked of me. About my request... reconsider it." He said with a small smile before walking away without sparing Alexander a glance.

Alexander withdrew his hand holding the flower. "What did you ask of him? And what request is he asking you to reconsider?"

Laurel sighed, already exhausted by the thought of arguing with him again.

"I’m leaving the fortress, probably tomorrow to search for something important for our survival. Chris is in charge of the military force so I asked him to recommend some of his best men for me." Laurel said.

"Chris?" He asked with a betrayed look. "You call him by his first name and you referred to your own husband as Mr. Wayne?"