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. 

“We’re literally right next to a hospital. You get hurt, and instead of seeing a doctor, you find Mr. Foster to play nurse?” He shot Audrey an arctic glare. “Just how important do you think you are, making the eldest Foster heir treat your scrapes personally?” 

Audrey turned pale. She immediately tried to pull her foot out of Miles’s grasp. “I-‘ 

“Don’t move.” Miles clamped his hand down, keeping her foot firmly in place. “Mrs. Judd was nearly hit by a car. I saw she was injured, so I brought her to the nearest café to clean the wound.” He didn’t even bother looking up as he applied the antiseptic. “The status of the eldest Foster heir doesn’t mean I’m arrogant enough to leave a bleeding woman on the street.” 

Miles’s calm retort only made Joaquin’s expression darker. His eyes remained fixated on Miles’s hand holding his wife’s ankle, the aura radiating off him turning terrifyingly cold. 

“Joaquin.” Rainey smiled sweetly, her voice saccharine. “Don’t be so harsh, you’re going to scare Audrey. After all, she just barely escaped a car crash.” 

She deliberately let her gaze drag over Audrey’s torn stockings and Miles’s hands, her tone laden with double meanings. “What a coincidence, though. Miles rarely ever leaves his house, but the second he does, he just happens to run into Audrey almost getting hit by a car, and he just happens to drop to one knee to play doctor… No other socialite in this city has that kind of luck.” 

Still smiling, she looked right at Audrey. “Audrey, your luck is so good you should go buy a lottery ticket.” 

Miles’s voice was devoid of emotion. “Mrs. Judd has good luck? What kind of luck? The luck of nearly getting killed by a car, or the luck of watching her husband waltz 

into a café arm in arm with another woman?”