Lena felt uncomfortable as Zander's gaze remained fixed on her, sometimes furrowing his brows, sometimes pursing his lips, and she had no idea what he was thinking. She felt like she was being scrutinized like a commodity.
She felt the temperature in the entire compartment drop, and only when she looked up did she realize that Hunter seemed to be in a somewhat bad state.
His face was very pale, he kept drinking water, and the bones in his wrist were also tense.
She quickly got up and walked to his side, "Mr. Reid, are you feeling unwell?"
Hunter lowered his eyelashes, clasped his hands, and held the cup in his hands. "It's nothing."
Lena knew him well, and even if he was truly uncomfortable, he definitely couldn't be bothered to say a few more words.
She also moved closer and asked i
