Her leg instantly met Hunter's leg.
If it weren't for her palm instinctively propping against his knee, she would have probably bumped into him.
Lena lifted her gaze and met his calm yet turbulent eyes.
Her wrist was tightly grasped by someone, and she could feel the scorching temperature where their skin touched.
"Flower, don't forget."
"Okay, okay."
His gaze swept over her face for more than ten seconds, and then he manipulated the wheelchair to turn around and unexpectedly left.
It seemed that receiving flowers made her happier than receiving two million brooches.
Lena sat still, unable to snap out of it. She could still feel the force between her wrists, and where the temperature had lingered, it seemed as if vines had grown, enveloping and pulling her towards a deeper abyss.
