Chapter 17 Out of His Orbit
Shane watched her retreating figure, his brow furrowing even deeper, his gaze shadowed and unreadable.
He didn’t know why, but the girl who had always followed quietly behind him felt so different now.
It was like she’d suddenly grown up–her focus no longer centered on him. She was more independent, more \composed. And yet, that only made him more restless.
The coworkers, having witnessed the entire scene, nodded their goodbyes to Shane with meaningful expressions, then slowly dispersed.
After leaving, Sarah took a cab straight home.
But once she got there, the alcohol hit her all at once.
No matter how she wracked her brain, she couldn’t remember where she’d lost her keys.
The haze only worsened, and she felt more and more out of it.
She was going to look for a locksmith online, but her body felt so drained she ended up leaning against the door, resting for over ten minutes before she finally came back to herself.
Just as she was about to get up and pull out her phone, she heard the elevator doors open.
Sarah abruptly looked up.
A broad–shouldered, lean–hipped man stepped out from the elevator.
The sheer presence he carried made her eyelashes flutter slightly.
Grayson was back.
“Why are you standing outside your door?” he asked, approaching her with a faint crease between his brows. “Been drinking?”
“Yeah.” Sarah pointed weakly at her door. “I lost my key. I was going to call a locksmith, but I got really dizzy…”
“It’s not safe to stand out here alone. Come to my place for now. And if your key’s gone, that’s a security risk. I’ll call someone to change the lock.”
Grayson turned quickly and inserted his key into the lock.
“Okay. Thank you!
Sarah tried to stand, but her legs were unsteady, and she nearly fell.
Before she could hit the floor, a firm hand caught her by the elbow. “Careful.”
She looked up, meeting his deep, almond–shaped eyes.
For a moment, she froze.
She gave a small nod, saying nothing.
Grayson helped her to the couch in his apartment before stepping out to the balcony to call the locksmith.
Chapter 17 Out of His Orbit
When she woke again, it was already nine in the morning.
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On her way downstairs to buy breakfast, she glanced at her phone—and accidentally saw a new post from Nora’s social feed.
A photo of an extravagant breakfast.
With a caption: “Waking up to a homemade breakfast–feeling so loved and lucky.”
