The Moment I Realized I Can't Lose You novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18 

Audrey was pale and trembling, but her eyes remained fixated on the pill bottle that had rolled under the passing car. 

Following her gaze, the man holding her spotted the bottle as well. 

Releasing her, he strode over, swiftly retrieving it from the asphalt before handing it back to her with a deep frown. “All this for a bottle of pills? You almost got yourself killed.” 

“Thank you…” Audrey took the bottle, carefully tucking it away. When she looked up and saw his face, she froze. 

The man standing before her wore a casual white suit and gold-rimmed glasses, leaning slightly on a stylish walking cane. He radiated refined elegance. 

She recognized him instantly-this was Felix Foster’s cousin, Miles Foster. Rumor had it that the eldest heir of the Foster family had rebelled against his family’s strict control in his youth, fleeing abroad to work as a mercenary. He only returned to Silveridge City after a severe leg injury left him permanently disabled. Now, he kept an incredibly low profile and was rarely seen in public. 

In the entire year Audrey had lived in Silveridge, she had only seen him once, from a distance, at Felix’s birthday banquet. 

“Your injury needs tending.” Miles frowned, looking down at her ankle. 

Audrey followed his gaze. Her stockings were torn from scraping against the rough pavement, and bright red blood was seeping through. 

She had scraped it when he yanked her out of the way. Everything had happened so fast she hadn’t even felt the pain. Now that he pointed it out, a burning sensation flared up from her ankle. 

Miles pointed his cane toward a café on the corner. “Let’s go over there.” 

Before Audrey could protest, he gently but firmly took her arm and guided her inside. 

The waiter quickly brought over a first-aid kit. Miles had Audrey sit down, then took a knee in front of her, using a medical wipe to carefully clean the wound. 

The pose and the physical contact felt far too intimate. Audrey shifted uncomfortably. “Mr. Foster, I can do it my-” 

“Don’t move.” Miles’s deep eyes hyper-focused on her ankle. His deep voice carried the tone of a man engrossed in delicate work, intolerant of interruptions. 

Audrey pressed her lips together, unsure of what to say. 

“Stay still,” he murmured, gently wiping away the blood. 

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