Move
564 Words
“Ma’am, there’s a car blocking our path,” the driver said as he brought the vehicle to a stop, unintentionally waking the drowsy Keira.
She slowly opened her eyes.
“Oh? And who told you to stop?” she asked coldly. “Keep driving.”
The driver froze, silently wondering whether obeying her order would amount to suicide. Fortunately for him, the occupant of the other car stepped out before he had to decide.
Leaning casually against his car, one hand tucked into his pocket and the other resting on the roof, the man smiled.
“Keira… is that how you greet an old friend?”
For the first time in six hours, Keira smiled—not the practiced, polite smile she wore for the world, but a genuine one.
The man standing before her radiated an effortless charm that naturally drew people in. He looked like someone who could make strangers laugh with a single joke and make friends feel at home with nothing more than a glance.
Without hesitation, Keira stepped out of the car and walked gracefully toward him. She reached for his hands as though afraid he might disappear if she moved too slowly.
He didn’t pull away.
Instead, his fingers gently curled around hers.
The anger that had consumed her for days melted into something softer—something she neither understood nor had the courage to name.
“I’ve missed you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
A faint smile touched her lips.
“I know.”
He rested his forehead gently against hers.
No grand declarations followed—only the quiet comfort of a shared silence that neither of them wished to break.
“Must you go?” he finally asked.
“Yes,” she replied softly. “Please don’t try to stop me. And I’ll forgive Brode this once for snitching on me.”
He chuckled.
“Then at least have lunch with me. I know you haven’t eaten anything today. Don’t refuse—I have something important to tell you before you continue your journey.”
Keira sighed dramatically.
“Fine. I’ll compromise… just this once. For my big brother.”
“Oh? So the mighty Keira Moss finally admits she has a big brother?” he teased.
She smirked.
“Brother… are you mocking me?”
He placed a hand over his heart with exaggerated innocence.
“Mock the great and almighty Keira Moss? Never.”
They both laughed.
As they turned toward his car, Keira signaled for her driver to leave.
“Come back tomorrow to pick me up,” she instructed.
“Yes, Ma’am,” the driver replied before driving away.
He drove them to Ravehills, one of the region’s most exclusive hidden luxury hotels—a place where wealth wasn’t displayed but quietly commanded respect.
They were escorted to a private suite.
The atmosphere radiated effortless elegance. The air was perfumed with the delicate scent of white orchids and aged sandalwood, while a live pianist filled the lobby with soft classical melodies. Imported Italian marble walls rose beneath sweeping glass panels that bathed the interior in warm natural light. Every detail reflected a seamless blend of modern sophistication and timeless grandeur.
Keira settled comfortably into her seat before looking at her brother.
“So…” she said, raising an eyebrow. “When is the lunch being served?”
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