Chapter 150: Help, My Guardian Angel Has a Hidden Agenda!
The elevator moved up slowly, stopping at every floor as more people got on and off.
The tight space didn’t help Micah’s nerves. His back was pressed lightly against the wall, his arms folded as he tried to shrink into himself.
Beside him, Clyde leaned in slightly, his voice low and soft. "I have a room here," he murmured, the warmth of his breath brushing past Micah’s ear. "You could hide in there until you think it’s safe..."
Micah shivered. He wasn’t sure if it was from fear of Clyde recognising him or from the ticklish warmth in his ear. Either way, he nodded quickly. "Okay..."
A quiet chuckle escaped Clyde’s lips. "You’re too trusting, little miss... what if I was a bad guy? You shouldn’t say yes so easily."
Micah glanced away, the tips of his ears pink. "I believe in my judgment. You are a good man," he mumbled.
Clyde sighed with a slight smile. "So naive..."
The elevator dinged at the fifteenth floor. Clyde stepped out casually. Micah hesitated, looking left and right, before quickly following him while clutching his midsection. His coat felt too warm now, sticking to his back with sweat. He walked with small, careful steps, worried that if he moved wrong, his breast pads might fall out.
Clyde stopped at a door, pulled out a key card, and unlocked it with a beep. The door opened smoothly, and he stepped aside to let Micah in. "You can use this room..." he said in a calm tone, but his voice turned firm suddenly. "But please... don’t make a risky move again. It’s the second time I’ve seen you. Both times...you were in dangerous situations."
Micah flinched. He turned his head in slow motion and met Clyde’s eyes which were filled with a smile.
"What?" Micah said hoarsely.