Chapter 392
Lemira stepped into the elevator, letting out a sigh of relief as she lowered her head. But as soon as the elevator doors slid shut, they bounced open again. She saw the long legs of a man stepping in, positioning himself next to her. It was Orion; Lemira knew it without looking up. She caught his reflection in the elevator’s mirror and felt her cheeks heating up. This was truly what it felt like for time to drag on.
Finally, when the elevator reached the ground floor, Lemira almost ran out in a panic. But the man pulled her back, cornering her against the elevator wall. Orion looked down at her, his gaze intense. “Running from what?”
Temira, startled, turned her head, whispering, “Let me go first.”
“Answer my question first.”
“I’m not running. I was just leaving through the ground floor; I don’t have a car.”
Orion’s voice lowered, “But I do.”
“What does your car have to do with me?”
“I can give you a ride.”
Lemira looked up at him, her mind a mess, unsure of how to respond. Just then, the elevator doors opened, and voices spilled in. Lemira, desperate to escape the awkward situation, pushed him slightly, worried they’d be seen by people outside. But Orion remained immovable, his tone calm, “I’ll give you a ride.” He didn’t leave room for argument. The elevator was open now, and the voices outside halted.
Lemira, her face flushing, insisted, “Fine, just move.” Orion finally stepped aside slowly, giving a warning glance to the people outside. One of them, catching Lemira’s eye, asked, “Do you need help?” Lemira shook her head, “No, thank you,” and bolted out of the elevator. Orion followed at a slower pace, telling someone beside him, “Ever heard of wooing someone?” The bystander, with a look of aristocratic disdain, walked away.
The onlookers were confused; they hadn’t seen wooing done by cornering someone against the elevator wall before. It seemed more like a scene from a heist movie. Embarrassed, Lemira hurried away, mortified by the encounter. What was Orion thinking!
The sound of a car honking followed, and Orion rolled down his window, “Get in.” Lemira ignored him, slightly annoyed. Orion drove slowly beside her, “With those little legs of yours, you could walk all day and not make it back.”
“I’ll just hail a cab!” Defiantly, Lemira walked out of the car’s path, and just then, a taxi dropped off a passenger. She quickly approached it and left.
Orion watched her go, parked his car by the roadside, and texted Lemira, “Mad at me?” Receiving his message, Lemira responded with an emoji of a pig being punched. How could he be so shameless in front of people just outside the elevator? Soon, Orion replied with an emoji of kneeling in apology. Seeing this, Lemira couldn’t help but smile a little; he was getting better at this.
But her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and hung up promptly. Another call came in, which she also ignored. The callers were Asher and Alaric. Then, Hogan called her. Hesitating for a moment, Lemira answered. In her past life, Hogan had been one of the few to stand up for her. She spoke coldly, “What is it?”
“Ms. Lemira.”
“Lemira, Lucian is in critical condition in the emergency room, and Alaric has been notified and will soon be detained for investigation. Are you satisfied now?” The furious voice of Asher came through.
Lemira stared out the car window at the sky, “This has nothing to do with me.”
Hogan, sounding anxious, said, “Ms. Lemira, the boss’s condition is dire. If anything were to happen to him, would you come to see him one last time?”
Lemira bit her lip, contemplating the finality of it all.