Chapter 29
1177 Words
Ayra’s POV
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I blinked, caught off guard by the guard’s words.
Young mistress.
The title hung in the air like perfume. I awkwardly waved my hand. “Oh, um—you don’t have to call me that—”
But before I could finish, a firm hand wrapped around my wrist and dragged me in.
I stumbled forward and bumped into something solid.
A wall?
Ugh no, someone.
My palms instinctively pressed against his chest—and I felt it. The steady thump of his heartbeat beneath my hands. My breath caught as I looked up.
Leon.
Our eyes locked. His face was right there. Closer than I was prepared for. My lips parted slightly as my mind blanked, absorbing his warmth, the scent of him, the way he looked at me like—
He stepped back abruptly, removing his hand from my waist like he hadn’t just short-circuited my entire system.
I blinked rapidly, trying to ground myself.
Behind me, I noticed the guards still standing there, staring at us like they had witnessed something forbidden. I turned to them, narrowing my eyes, and immediately they straightened and slammed the door shut like guilty kids caught spying.
I rolled my eyes at their reaction.
But honestly… I wasn’t any better. My heart was still racing.
I quickly followed Leon as he walked through a clean hallway until we entered a wide, bright room—like a mini clinic. Medical equipment lined the walls, shelves filled with organized boxes, and a scent of antiseptic filled the air.
A woman in a white coat stood near a counter, stethoscope hanging across her neck. She smiled when she saw Leon. “Good morning, Mr. Kael.”
“Morning,” he replied curtly.
Then her eyes landed on me. “You must be Miss Ayra. I’ve been informed. Please, sit.”
I obeyed quietly.
She handed me a small box of meds and a bottle of water. “Here. For the cramps.”
“Thanks,” I murmured and took the pills.
She sat across from me. “Is it always this painful?”
I shook my head. “No… not usually.”
“Did you eat anything you were not supposed to eat?”
I hesitated, then glanced at Leon, who was seated across the room, scrolling through his phone.
“Ice cream,” I admitted under my breath. “Strawberry and a chocolate bar.”
The doctor blinked. “Ah. That would explain it. You should avoid sugary stuff during your period. It worsens the cramps.”
I nodded slowly. “I figured.”
Just then, I glanced up and saw Leon’s eyes lift from his screen—dark, unreadable, but intense.
The cold glare he shot at me made my stomach tighten even more than the cramps did.
He looked… pissed.
I quickly turned back to the doctor, pretending not to have seen his expression, but I couldn’t ignore the shift in the air. He wasn’t even trying to hide it.
The doctor continued giving a few more instructions, but my mind was only half there. I kept feeling his gaze like a weight pressing down on me.
Then his voice broke through the tension.
“If you’re done, we’re leaving.”
I turned to him. He was already on his feet, phone in hand, jaw tight.
The doctor nodded quickly. “She’ll be fine. Just keep up with the meds.”
Leon didn’t respond. He simply walked out.
I stood slowly, holding the medicine to my chest and following behind him.
He didn’t say a word, but I could feel it.
He was angry.
And I wasn’t sure if it was about the ice cream or something else entirely.
Even the guards straightened as Leon passed. No one dared breathe too loud. Their stiff posture and guarded eyes screamed fear. And the moment he stepped past them, a collective breath slipped from their lips, like they'd been holding it all along.
I opened my mouth, hoping to say something—anything—but Leon didn’t give me the chance. He headed toward the sleek black Porsche parked near the side.
A guard rushed forward and handed him the keys.
I took a cautious step forward, my lips parting, “Leon—”
Before I could finish, the same guard abruptly shoved me back. Hard.
“Do you know you’re standing too close to the boss?” he snapped.
I stumbled, landing on my side with a small cry of pain, completely stunned.
What the hell?!
Before I could gather my thoughts, Leon suddenly stepped out of the car again. His eyes flicked from me—still on the ground—to the guard.
Dead silence.
“You’re fired,” Leon said, voice ice-cold. “Out of my building.”
There was no emotion in his tone—just deadly calm.
He didn’t even glance back at me. No concern. No help. Just walked back to his car, shut the door, and drove off without a word. Two other black cars peeled out behind him, guards inside.
I stayed there a second longer before slowly rising, brushing dirt from my gown, clutching the bag of meds tighter. My palms were scraped, but what hurt more was the disregard. He didn’t even look at me. Not once.
Around me, the remaining guards kept sneaking looks. Curious. Uneasy.
I turned to one of them, trying to understand. “Why… did he react that way?”
Before anyone could answer, a maid walked by, stopping just long enough to drop a bomb.
“You got yourself fired because of her too,” she said, looking at the guard who pushed me. Then her eyes slid to me with disgust. “I’d advise you stay far from her. Before she claim you tried to kill her too… and Boss rips everything from you like he did the last one.”
She strutted off, tossing me one last glare.
The guard she spoke to went pale and hurried off without a word.
I stood there, stunned.
Again? What did she mean again?
Did Leon really fire someone else… because of me? Rip someone off everything because of me? Who exactly?
It sounded impossible. Unreal. The same man who looked at me like I was invisible?
The same man who said nothing when I fell?
But the fear in their eyes… it was real.
Confused and exhausted, I made my way back into the mansion. Every footstep echoed louder in my head than on the floor. I walked straight to my room and locked the door behind me.
Dropping the meds on the bed, I slumped down, curling into myself.
None of it made sense.
Leon treated me like trash most times. Cold. Distant. Silent.
So why did everyone act like I had some power over him?
I sighed deeply, burying my face into the pillow, my thoughts drifting to his expression before he left.
Angry.
Because of me?
I wasn’t sure if that meant something…
Or nothing at all.
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