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I slowly rolled down the glass. Outside stood a man in his late forties, wearing gold–rimmed glasses, under a black umbrella, his expression scholarly with a hint of apology.
“Hello, miss. I rear–ended your car; we’ll take full responsibility,” he said politely. “However, my boss is in a hurry. Could we exchange contact information? We’ll ensure you receive proper compensation later.”
My emotions were already at a breaking point, and this sudden shock nearly pushed me over the edge.
“Let’s have the police handle this,” I said, my tone calm but cold as a knife.
I got out to check the damage to my car. The rear was dented. Frowning, I took photos for evidence and then called the police.
The gentleman had no choice but to return to his car to report, “Boss, she won’t settle privately.”
[returned to my car, leaning tiredly against the seat.
Ten minutes later, the police arrived, along with a silver–gray Maybach that came to a smooth stop.
got out to meet the traffic police, and the next moment, a man stepped out of the back car.
He was very tall, with a robust but not bulky build. His suit jacket wrapped around muscles full of explosive power. His eyes were deep–set, with pupils of a beautiful light gold color.
As I was watching him, he turned his head toward me.
ust one glance, like the gaze of a wild beast caught in the wind, carrying an understated ntimidation–familiar enough to make my heart constrict.
‘Give it to her.”
He casually handed the coat from his wrist to the middle–aged gentleman, then without another word, turned and got back into the car.
‘Miss, your clothes are wet. Please put this on,” the gentleman approached and handed me the suit
acket.
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Looking down, I realized my white shirt was practically plastered to my skin, the outline of my underwear visible.
Embarrassed, I accepted it: “Thank you.”
The suit still carried residual warmth and sandalwood fragrance, like a warm hand extended from
the storm.
The Maybach slowly drove away.
In the rain, I stood there alone, my fingers unconsciously stroking the cuff of the
garment.
After the police finished processing the scene, I left my contact information and declined their offer to take me to a hospital.”
“I’ll have the clothes cleaned and sent back,” I said.
The man smiled politely, “My boss probably won’t want it back, but we appreciate your
thoughtfulness and will pass it along.”
I went to the hospital alone.
Third–person perspective:
Meanwhile, Rowan Mercer sat in his office, staring at his phone screen, his calls consistently going
unanswered.
No response through the matebond, no answer on the phone–where had she gone?
Outside, the rain was getting heavier. Rowan grew anxious, and Ronan kept his distance.
Finally, he received a message:
Elara had been in an accident.
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