Estelle's POV
Theron's deep voice was right next to my ear.
My whole body short-circuited. A rush of heat surged up through my skin and burned straight to the tips of my ears. It took me a few seconds to realize he was asking about my leg—nothing else.
"No… no."
"Good."
He guided my wheelchair into the elevator.
The elevator.
My mind went blank for a second, then immediately started replaying everything I did not want to remember.
I instinctively looked up—and found Theron already looking down at me, his expression unreadable.
The sheer awkwardness nearly took me out on the spot.
Help. Someone help me.
Ding.
The doors opened. Top floor.
My palms were soaked with sweat.
I thought we were going straight to dinner, but Theron steered me toward the study instead.
"Dinner isn't r
