The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 282

The CEO’s Midnight Remedy

Chapter 282

Aria’s POV

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I clawed at the ground, panic surging through me. “Let go of me!” My voice sounded stronger than I felt as I struggled against his grip.

His two companions moved closer, blocking any chance of escape. One of them reached for me, his fingers inches from my arm when a

shadow appeared behind him.

A swift, precise movement–a fist connecting with the man’s jaw–sent him crashing to the ground. The shadow solidified into a familiar

form. Devon.

His movements were fluid, almost graceful in their violence. He took down the second man with a calculated blow to the sternum, then pivoted toward the third–the one still gripping my ankle. Devon’s expression was terrifyingly calm, his eyes cold and focused as he

methodically disabled each attacker.

When the last man collapsed, Devon turned toward me. I instinctively shrank back, still caught in the fear response.

“Don’t move,” he said, his voice low. “It’s me.”

Recognition washed through me, and something inside me broke. I scrambled to my feet and flung myself at him, wrapping my arms around his waist, burying my face against his chest as tears came unbidden.

His hand moved to my back, a gentle pressure that contradicted the violence I’d just witnessed. “Marcus,” he commanded over my head, “find out who sent them. Then deliver them to the police. Make sure there’s sufficient evidence.”

I couldn’t stop trembling, couldn’t control the tears that kept coming. Devon’s arms tightened around me, his heartbeat steady against my

ear.

“You’re safe now,” he murmured, the words vibrating through his chest.

He didn’t give me a chance to respond, bending down to slide one arm beneath my knees and the other around my back, lifting me effortlessly. I gasped in surprise, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck for balance.

“I can walk,” I protested weakly, though the throbbing in my ankle suggested otherwise.

Devon didn’t answer, just held me tighter against him as he strode toward the waiting Bentley, Marcus had already opened the door, his expression impassive, as if his boss regularly returned carrying injured women.

When Devon carefully placed me on the leather seat, I felt his hesitation, a reluctance to let me go. His eyes flickered with something I

couldn’t read in the darkness, then he slid in beside me and closed the door.

Throughout the ride, I huddled against his solid frame, his arm protectively around me, neither of us speaking a word.

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The elevator ride up to Devon’s penthouse was silent. I leaned against the wall, exhaustion seeping through me now that adrenaline had faded. Devon stood beside me, his gaze fixed on the climbing numbers, jaw tight.

Inside his apartment, he guided me to a leather couch in the living room, then disappeared briefly, returning with a medical kit. He knelt

before me, gently taking my ankle in his hands.

“Let me see,” he said, carefully examining the bruises forming where that man had grabbed me.

His fingers brushed over the discolored skin, and I hissed involuntarily at the pain. Devon’s eyes flicked up to mine, something unreadable

flickering in their gray depths.

“That bad?” he asked, his tone carrying an undercurrent I couldn’t quite place.

Heat crept into my cheeks. There was something unexpectedly intimate about his touch, about being alone with him in his private space

after what had just happened.

I watched as he efficiently cleaned the scrapes on my palms, then wrapped my twisted ankle with practiced movements.

“Why did you come back?” I finally asked, breaking the silence.

Devon didn’t look up from his task. “Marcus noticed those men following our car after we dropped you off.”

But something in the way he avoided my eyes told me there was more to it than that.

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