Chapter 100: Wait For Me
Mira hadn’t expected him to answer, let alone say something like that. Her heart began to beat loudly in her chest, each thud echoing her growing uncertainty. She hadn’t allowed herself to hope for anything more from Zamian than what they already had.
"You’re just saying that," she muttered to herself, barely loud enough for him to hear. Maybe that wasn’t what Zamian wanted right now. Maybe, in time, he would find someone else—someone he could truly settle down with. Unlike her, who was in a contract relationship.
Her chest tightened painfully at the thought. It was all too much to think about. If Zamian found someone else, where would that leave her? She had always known this arrangement wouldn’t last forever, but hearing him speak as if there might be something real—something lasting—between them made her emotions spiral.
She turned her gaze to the side, wanting to hide her turmoil. But before she could pull herself away any further, she felt the warmth of Zamian’s palm gently touch her face. The heat of his hand sent shivers down her spine as he turned her face back toward him. His touch was steady, firm, but tender. She didn’t want to meet his eyes, but when he gently coaxed her to look at him, she had no choice but to give in.
"You don’t believe me, huh?" Zamian’s voice was soft, his words a gentle inquiry that felt like a plea for her trust.
Mira stared into his eyes, searching for any hint that this was all an act. For a long moment, she didn’t say anything. She didn’t want to believe him. She couldn’t afford to. But the sincerity in his gaze was undeniable. It was there, clear as day, making her doubt every wall she had built around her heart.
"Just wait, okay?" he continued, his voice gentle yet firm, as if he had some kind of plan that he hadn’t yet revealed. Part of her was curious about what he was thinking, about what he could possibly have planned for her. Yet another part of her was scared. Fear gripped her, twisting in her chest like a coiling snake. What did he mean? What was he going to do?
"Let’s go back," Mira said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn’t handle the intensity of his gaze any longer, nor the emotions that his words had stirred within her. She needed to retreat, to pull herself together.
Zamian nodded, not pressing her further. He seemed to sense that she must be tired, both physically and emotionally. Without another word, they began to walk back, Zamian gently holding Mira’s soft hand in his as they made their way to the mansion. The silence between them was heavy but not uncomfortable, filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions that neither of them were quite ready to voice.
Once inside, they stepped into the elevator, the familiar hum of the machinery filling the space between them. The ride up felt longer than usual, the air thick with unexpressed feelings. When they reached their floor, they headed to their room to get ready for the day. Mira wasn’t planning to go anywhere today—she needed to rest.
After they were both done, they both left to the dining room for breakfast. The table was set neatly, the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filling the air. The food looked perfect, but Mira had no appetite. As they ate in silence, her mind wandered back to the conversation they had just had. She couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered in her chest.