She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 695

Luna's eyes widen in absolute terror. Her brain short-circuits, completely unable to process the shadow of death crashing down on her.

She wants to run, but her feet are rooted to the ground.

Right at that heart-stopping moment—

A dark blur shoots out from the side at terrifying speed!

Luna feels an iron grip wrap around her waist. A massive force yanks her backward, spinning her around until she is slammed into a rock-solid, warm chest. She is instantly enveloped by the scent of faint medicine, damp skin, and pure, overpowering masculine pheromones.

CRASH!!

The heavy spotlight smashes into the ground mere inches from her back, shattering into a million pieces. Glass and metal shrapnel fly everywhere, and the severed wires whip around, sparking dangerously.

The deafening noise alerts the partygoers.

People immediately start rushing over.

Luna's heart is hammering so hard it feels like it might burst out of her chest. The sheer terror leaves her limbs completely weak.

Trembling, she looks up. The first thing she sees is the sharp, cold jawline of Lucian Shapiro, his brows pulled together in a slight frown.

She freezes.

He saved her?

He actually saved her?!

The man's powerful arm is still wrapped tightly around her waist, shielding her from the deadly hazard. The damp fabric of his shirt presses against her freezing skin, radiating an intoxicating heat.

Luna stares up at him in a daze.

So this is the embrace Loyce gets to enjoy. Beneath his ruthless exterior, he is so warm, so incredibly reliable. It is a suffocating sense of security that instantly wipes away all her fear.

Up close, his face is emotionless, but that absolute, icy composure draws her in completely.

After verifying that no one was hurt by the falling light, Lucian releases her and casually throws his jacket over her shivering shoulders.

"Luna!" Channing is the first to arrive.

"Go get a doctor to look at her," Lucian tells him, stepping back cleanly, putting distance between them without a second glance.

More soldiers and officers arrive, turning pale when they see the smashed spotlight.

Watching his tall, broad back as he walks away, Luna blurts out, "Thank you."

Lucian doesn't stop. He just raises a hand dismissively in response.

While the staff cleans up the hazard, Channing pulls Luna into his arms, whispering apologies and trying to comfort her. But he quickly realizes the woman in his arms isn't listening to a word he says. Her eyes are glued to the retreating figure of the Admiral.

Channing's anxious, apologetic expression instantly vanishes, replaced by a dark, murderous glare.

By the time Loyce is dressed and walks out of the locker room, a steaming cup of coffee is handed to her.

Smelling the rich aroma, she takes it. "Coffee?"

"To warm you up," Lucian replies.

Loyce's eyes soften. After she finishes her drink, they sit at the party for a little while before Lucian gets ready to take her home.

"How many days of leave do you have left?" she asks, stopping him by the car.

"About two days." He looks down at her. "Why?"