Chapter 80: Zamian’s Promise
Mira was shocked. She hadn’t expected Zamian to say such cheesy words. Where had he learned that from? She stayed quiet, and it wasn’t just her. Even John, usually unshakable, was silent. Clearly, neither of them had anticipated such affection from Zamian, who was usually reserved.
The ride continued in awkward quietness. Mira stole a glance at Zamian, who was gazing out the window, a small unknown smile playing on his lips. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable exactly, but it felt charged, as if something unspoken lingered in the air. The tension rose a little more when Zamian’s phone pinged, cutting through the stillness like a sharp note.
Zamian pulled out his phone and read the message in silence, his expression tightening slightly. Though he didn’t say a word, Mira felt the change in the atmosphere. The air grew heavier, and John, always perceptive, seemed to pick up on the shift as well. The cheerful lightness of the moment faded. Something was wrong.
Mira didn’t know what was happening, but her instincts told her that the message wasn’t good news. She bit her lip and glanced at Zamian again, trying to gauge his mood. However, his face had turned back into that calm, unreadable mask he often wore when dealing with work. The car pulled up in front of the mansion, and without a word, Zamian stepped out, his long strides brisk and purposeful. Mira followed, hesitating as her eyes flicked between him and John.
As they walked inside, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the grand foyer, Zamian finally spoke. His voice was calm, but there was a firmness to it that told Mira something serious was on his mind.
"You’ll need to rest more than usual. Make sure you’re keeping your body strong," he said, his eyes briefly softening as they entered the elevator.
Mira nodded, though she couldn’t shake the unease that lingered between them. Was this about the message he had just received? Why wasn’t he telling her anything? She wanted to ask, but something about his tone made her hold back.
Just then, her own phone pinged. Grateful for the distraction, she quickly pulled it out and read the message. Her eyes widened slightly, and a smile crept onto her face. It was an update from her job, informing her that she had been transferred to another branch—one that came with more responsibilities and recognition. All the hard work she’d poured into her job over the past few weeks had finally paid off. She felt a swell of pride mixed with relief. For so long, she had used her job as a distraction from the loneliness that crept in during Zamian’s frequent absences, and now it seemed like it had all been worth it.
However, her happiness was tempered by a strange feeling. As she tucked her phone back into her pocket, a thought nagged at the back of her mind. Could this transfer be related to Zamian? She glanced up at him, but his focus was elsewhere. Little did she know that this was all his doing, orchestrated behind the scenes.