Ayra’s POV
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I felt myself being lifted off the floor, and I didn’t resist. My body was limp, my mind barely processing anything beyond the tears still staining my cheeks. I looked up.
Leon.
His arms wrapped around me firmly but gently, carrying me out of the washroom and into the room like I weighed nothing. He didn’t say anything until he placed me carefully on the edge of the bed. Then his voice came—low, calm, but layered with something I couldn’t read.
“My team is handling it. The maid who posted that... she’ll be found by morning.”
I gave a small nod, still not looking at him. How could I? My eyes were heavy, swollen from crying. My pride already stripped bare by strangers behind their screens, and now I was next to the very man those strangers said I didn’t deserve.
Maybe
