“Ding—”
As soon as he voiced his concern, the very person he was worried about appeared before him!
With a crisp “ding” sound, the elevator doors slowly opened to reveal the slender silhouette of a young girl.
She was drenched from the storm outside, her long, curly hair clinging to her body, outlining a figure that was shivering slightly from the cold, as seductive as it was vulnerable.
She slowly lifted her head, her delicate face extremely pale, her thick, curled lashes trembling. Raindrops or tears rolled down her clear amber eyes, creating a misty sheen as she looked up at the man, “Orion.”
Her eyes sparkled with tears and her voice was soft, like a fragile little fox lost in the forest, drenched by the rain, looking pitifully at the man. Meeting his gaze felt like a lightning strike, hitting him hard.
Orion, against the light, his deep, dark eyes rapidly trembled and narrowed in the darkness.
“Ms. Nightshade, what happened to you?”
Cedric snapped out of it, quickly grabbing a coat from nearby to drape over her.
Xanthea Nightshade stepped out of the elevator, walking into the dark shadow cast by the man's tall figure, gingerly reaching out to grab his pinky, “Orion, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…”
Her cold, soft hand touching his finger made his palm tingle and tremble.
He looked down, his gaze warping as if he couldn't believe she was real, but seeing the deep guilt in her eyes, he was convinced.
Sorry?
Sorry for what? Sorry for making him misunderstand? Sorry for not being able to return his feelings?
Was she here to apologize, asking for his forgiveness, and to let her go? Did she also want him to bless her and Matthew Martinez?
Ha.
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