Chapter 22: His Penthouse
Lethia had no choice but to follow Renar, his grip on her wrist unwavering as they stepped out of the elevator and crossed the lobby.
Doctors and nurses dipped their heads in acknowledgment as he passed, though their gazes lingered on Lethia with something unreadable.
She quickly realized how much attention they were drawing, and instinctively, she tried to pull her hand free. But Renar's grip only tightened, possessive, a silent command for her not to let go.
Outside the main entrance, they stood side by side as a driverless car rolled to a stop in front of them.
Lethia had only ever seen automated valet cars on social media and advertisements. This one continued to baffle her—it was indeed an Ashenhold icon.
The door swung open on its own, and without a word, Renar gestured for her to get in.
The car shot forward the moment they were inside, leaving behind nothing but an awkward silence.
"Did you—"
"You can cry." Renar cut in, flicking on the audio system. A rock-pop instrumental filled the space.
Lethia turned her face toward the window, and the tears spilled freely. The scene felt painfully familiar—except this time, she reached for the handkerchief in the compartment herself. She hated how easily she broke down in front of him.
"You should've just let me put my claws on him if you heard everything."