Chapter 80–Moana’s POV
I was leaving the office with my bag slung over my shoulder, my mind still buzzing from the tension with Ashton earlier. I barely noticed the time, barely registered the quiet of the parking lot, until I saw a familiar figure leaning casually against a sleek black car.
Alex.
“What are you doing here so late?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. His presence alone was enough to make my pulse skip, but I tried not to let it show.
“I came to pick you,” he said casually.
I blinked. “Pick me? I… I brought my own car. I can drive myself home.”
He smiled faintly. “I missed you. I wanted to make sure you’re safe and sound.”
I frowned. “Safe? I… I don’t understand. Safe from what?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he just looked at me steadily, his gaze unwavering. “I
