She felt alarmingly light in his arms. Too light. When he carried her out of the shop, it struck him—how small she truly was beneath all that fear. Fragile. As if he held her just a little tighter than necessary, she might break. She buried her face in his chest the entire walk toward the entrance, her chestnut brown hair spilling over him like a curtain, shielding her from the curious, prying eyes around them. He didn’t mind. If anything, he adjusted his hold—subtly, instinctively—to keep her hidden. Protected. He was careful with every step, every movement. Only when they reached the car—his security already holding the door open—did he finally loosen his hold enough to help her inside. The moment they were seated, she shrank into herself. “My… my room is at Building Z, behind J Mall,” she murmured, her voice soft, uncertain. Her eyes darted around the interior of the vehicle, taking in the polished leather, the quiet luxury. Her hands rested on her lap, fingers twisting tog
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