Without a second thought, Lucas lifted her again and gently laid her in the back seat of the car. He shrugged off his tailored suit jacket and placed it over her, tucking it in with care. His brow was furrowed, his usual icy calm disrupted by the storm of worry behind his eyes.The driver, having watched the scene unfold, sat frozen in disbelief.In all the years he had worked for Lucas, never, not once had he seen him break his rules, especially not for a woman. And yet, here he was, treating Amelia like she was the only person in the world that mattered.“Drive!” Lucas’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.The driver obeyed without pause, and the car tore away from the scene, swallowing distance in seconds.Amelia slumped against Lucas, her body limp. He shifted to brace her, showing no resistance or discomfort.His mind, however, was racing, every turn of the wheels a countdown. He needed her safe. He needed her stable. The road was no ally. It was jagged and cruel, each pot
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