Chapter 212 The Maid
The roads were mostly deserted at this hour.
Liam drove through the dimly lit streets, one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the window as the tires hummed over the asphalt. The dashboard clock read 1:04 AM. The night had dragged long, and the air outside had grown colder. City lights flickered in the rearview mirror like dying stars, and even the neon signs had begun to dim.
Lana sat beside him, her head tilted against the window, eyes closed, breathing slow and deep.
She had started dozing off ten minutes ago, and now she was practically asleep, lost in a calm he hadn’t seen in her all night. Her lips were slightly parted, and a few strands of her dark brown hair had fallen over her cheek.
Liam glanced at her from time to time.
She looked peaceful when she was like this. Vulnerable, even.
It had only been a few nights staying together in the same hotel room, but in that time, he’d learned three things about Lana.
First—when she slept, she slept. Nothing woke her up. Not the sound of passing cars, not phone notifications, not even thunder.
Second—she had no sense of order when it came to her clothes. Her jacket was always thrown somewhere random. Once it ended up on the lamp. Once on the mini fridge. Once on his face.
And third—she ate like a soldier on leave. Big meals. Fast. Almost like food was a reward she refused to deny herself. Yet somehow her body stayed unreal. Hourglass figure, flawless skin, not even a hint of bloating or fatigue after a heavy meal. It made no sense.
Liam sighed as he pulled into the hotel parking lot, the engine slowing to a soft idle.