Darya looked up.
The man who saved her happened to be none other than Micah.
Stunned, Darya realised that Micah’s arms enveloped her, radiating comforting warmth.
Uncharacteristically, his usually serene eyes displayed hints of anxiety and panic.
Darya even caught a glimpse of her own reflection in his intense gaze.
‘Are you hurt?’ Micah asked in a husky voice.
Shaking off her daze, Darya extricated herself from Micah’s embrace and rose to her feet. ‘No, I’m fine. Thanks.’
Micah picked himself up, dusted off his suit and scanned the direction in which the car had disappeared, his forehead creased with concern.
Curiosity gnawed at Darya—why would Micah show up at the Paragon Group so early in the morning?
Perplexed, Darya asked, ‘What are you doing here?’
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