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Zachary said, "Miss, you haven't told me your name."
"My name's Lena."
"Lena," he muttered, abruptly halting his stride.
Lena was taken aback. When she turned her gaze toward him, she immediately noticed that the kindly gentleman's
countenance had changed.
His eyes were now as cold and piercing as ice in the darkness.
Before she could react, he swiftly produced a handkerchief he had prepared earlier and covered her mouth and
nose.
"Mmph!" She instinctively resisted. Usually, she could easily overpower an elderly man like him, but she felt
strangely feeble at that moment. Her eyelids grew heavy, and soon, her consciousness blurred. She began to
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtslump, leaning on Zachary for support.
He stood there motionless, only crouching down beside her after a prolonged pause. He finally dialed a number on
his phone, confirming her unconscious state.
"Sasha... It's me. Come to the hospital right away and change into her clothes." -
Chris had been waiting impatiently after delivering the bags to Room 1005.
He attempted to call Lena but received no answer. His heart began to race.
He hastily retraced his steps. The more he dwelled on it, the more he felt that something was amiss. He sprinted
toward the hospital entrance, scanning the area frantically.
At that moment, a familiar figure suddenly appeared before him.
"Lena!" Relief washed over him, and he rushed to embrace her. "Where did you go?! You really scared me!"
As he scrutinized her, his gentle and captivating eyes stirred a strange sensation in Sasha's heart.
He radiated a light she had never displayed before when she saw him, captivated instantly.
She had never encountered a man quite like him. He was akin to a pearl glistening under the sun, radiating
brilliance from head to toe. His chiseled visage and robust features exuded masculinity, yet his eyes brimmed with
tenderness and allure.
Perhaps it was because he had served in the special forces, as he still possessed the charisma of a soldier.
Strength, valor, loyalty—he was a man who would stand out no matter where he went.
She recalled the men she had encountered in Southeast Aciatic, and they paled in comparison to him.
"What's the matter, Lena?" He began to experience a strange sensation. "W-Why are you looking at me like that? Is
there something on my face?"
Suddenly, Sasha snapped back to reality.
She seized his arm and leaned against him, causing an unusual stiffness in Chris' body. Even he couldn't fathom why
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhe reacted this way.
In theory, Lena rarely took the initiative in such a manner with him, making today's action quite uncommon. He
should have reciprocated, but a subconscious impulse led him to push her away.
With a forced smile, he gently withdrew his arm.
Sasha mimicked Lena's tone. "Chris, were you looking for me?"
"Yes. I couldn't reach you, and I got worried. Did you accompany that man to his room?"
"Oh..." She was momentarily stunned. "When we reached the eighth floor, he claimed he could manage on his own,
so I came down alone."
"Isn't he having difficulty walking? Why didn't he need your assistance anymore?"
She pursed her lips.
Lying was something she excelled at, but she felt a twinge of panic in this situation.
Moreover, Zachary had only instructed her to change into Lena's attire recently without providing further details.
It appeared that her only option was to fabricate a story to extricate herself from this predicament.
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