Mira's heart pounded like a drum the moment she finished speaking. The silence in the room hung heavily, amplifying her anxiety as she glanced around, wondering if she was truly alone. Just as doubt began to creep into her mind, a click echoed through the air, breaking the stillness. 'Why hadn't she thought of it before?'Of course, they had spare keys.
Heavens,please save me.
Nana stepped into the room, and relief flooded through Mira like a gentle wave. She sighed softly, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. At least it wasn't Zamian. Yet, a surge of self-consciousness washed over her as her heart raced, recalling her state of undress. The vulnerable position she found herself in made her feel exposed and fragile.
"Mrs. Mira, Mr. Zamian has been looking for you," Nana announced, her voice steady and composed, a stark contrast to Mira's inner turmoil.
