It was already past eleven when Sasha woke up. She put on her dress and got ready to discharge.
"Your body is still weak. Are you sure that you can discharged?" Ryan asked the moment he saw her ready.
"Yes!" She forced a smile.
Ryan swiftly stepped in to embrace her tightly in his arms. Sasha just stayed there in his arms, taking in Ryan's chilling scent. She was finally able to loosen up as she felt more secure than ever before.
"I'm famished. Can you buy me some food?" Sasha asked.
After a minute of close scrutinizing, Ryan agreed.
As she stepped foot outside the hospital, she sucked in a deep breath. The cold breeze of the night hit my skin. Taking into account the fact that she was still having a fever, goosebumps started to crawl on her skin as she shivered.
Ryan seemed to have predicted that outcome. Without wasting a second, he took off his coat and draped it onto her shoulders, engulfing her with his scent.
There was a unique faint scent, one that belonged only to Ryan.
"What is on your mind?" Sasha asked.
"I was thinking about your scent," Sasha answered unconsciously. Ryan gradually halted his footsteps.
Sasha averted her gaze, her face turning crimson as she stammered, "What I mean is… what kind of scent is… compatible with you?"
Amusement lit up Sasha's eyes. But the large hand on her waist confined her.
"Ryan...we are at the parking!" Sasha's ears reddened as she struggled to break free from his iron-clad arms. He captured her lips by surprise.
Sasha felt as though the air in her chest had been stolen bit by bit. There was a change in Ryan's rhythmic, deep breathing and it echoed in her ears. Sasha clutched his shirt tightly, as though she was an innocent and helpless lamb.
It took some time for Ryan to gradually let go of her. Then seemingly not fully satisfied, he gently stroked his lips against hers before resting his forehead on hers.
"Sasha, Do you know how much I worried about you when you didn't pick up the call?"
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"Have you ever tried street food?"
Sasha turned to face Ryan's side profile. Her face was beaming with excitement.
In the past, she would always come for street food whenever was wack and alone. It was her idea of a break.
"You want to have street food?"
To her surprise, Ryan frowned at her but remained silent.
"I will take it yes." Pumped up, she hurried towards the stalls with Ryan tailing not far behind. The moment he had laid eyes on the surroundings, he had not stopped scowling.
Ryan continued to look at her with disdain as she gobbled up the meat skewers.
Sasha then stopped eating and gave him a couple of the meat skewers. "You should give these a try. They're really good."
"You eat!" Staring at the skewers in her hand, his expression turned darker.
"Just give it a try." She then pushed the skewer toward his mouth and looked at him with anticipation.
Ryan hesitated for a bit before opening his mouth and ate it. She could see his tension relieving as he gracefully chewed on the meat. "It's pretty good, right? I told you, the delicacies you eat daily are not necessarily the best. Sometimes, it's the ordinary food that tastes good."
Ryan took a couple more skewers from her and ate faster than she could, but he maintained his grace.
"You know anyone named Mabel Fey?"
Hearing that name stumped Sasha for a second before she nodded. "She's my classmate and colleague."
When she finished speaking, it dawned on Sasha. "So, she was the one who locked me?"
"Yes. I've handled her already." Ryan said while Sasha just nodded her head.
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With a towel wrapped around her chest, Anna was mercilessly shoving wafers into her mouth while talking to Bony over the phone.
After hanging up the call, Ellie got up and rushed towards the door.
"Hey, Bony—" she widened her eyes in shock when she saw Sean and banged the door shut right in his face.
Pressing her back against the door, Anna gasped and groaned in frustration. Did Sean just see her with a towel wrapped around her chest? Why the hell did she open the door before wearing something decent?
After wearing one of her baggy comfy t-shirts and boxers, Anna rushed towards the door and unlocked the door.
Sean's fingers twitched and his throat tightened at the alluring sight of her. Her long hair was tied up into a messy ponytail, leaving stray strands of hair framing her face. Gazing at the way her beautiful face glowed under the sun, he gradually fell under a spell.
For a long time, he stood there and watched her, trapped in a trance.
"Mr Wesley, What happened?" Anna's voice traced him out of his fantasize.