Two days later, Liam sat alone in a small café near Lake Geneva, sipping black coffee while his teammates explored the city.
His phone buzzed. A message from the local authorities: The accident victims you rescued have recovered. They asked for your contact.
He sighed. “No need,” he muttered.
But fate had other ideas.
“Captain Tran?”
He looked up. Amelia stood by the door, wrapped in a beige coat, her eyes bright despite the faint bruise on her forehead.
“You found me,” Liam said calmly.
She smiled. “You didn’t make it easy.”
She sat across from him, her movements elegant yet genuine. “I wanted to thank you properly. My father is arranging a dinner to express our gratitude.”
“No need for that. I was just doing my job.”
Amelia tilted her head. “You’re… different from most men I’ve met.”
“That’s because I’m not one of them,” he replied quietly.
There was silence between them—heavy, charged, unfamiliar.
“You saved my life,” she said softly. “But somehow, it feels like you also changed it.”
Liam looked away, his gaze fixed on the snowy horizon. “Don’t say things you’ll regret later.”
“Why would I regret them?”
“Because people like me don’t stay.”
Before she could answer, his radio crackled faintly from his jacket—mission recall.
He stood up, his chair scraping the floor.
“You’re leaving?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Orders.”
“Will I see you again?”
Liam paused, his back turned.
“If fate allows.”
He walked out into the falling snow, leaving her staring at the empty chair—her heart torn between gratitude and a strange ache she couldn’t name.