Keira followed Lewis into the back door of the banquet hall. Just as she was about to head to the main hall, suddenly a servant rushed over from the side.
She was carrying several glasses of red wine and didn't see the path clearly. She was about to collide with Keira.
Keira instinctively extended her arm to block her, but in the next moment, she was yanked fiercely around the waist, and Lewis shielded her with his body.
"Crash!"
The wine glasses hit his back and scattered on the floor.
And the red wine stained his white shirt.
"Mr. Horton, Miss Olsen, I'm so sorry, so sorry..." the servant apologized, clearly flustered.
Yet Keira was looking at Lewis.
In past incidents, she always braced herself, but just now, she had felt what it was like to be protected.
