(Author’s POV)
"Myra, are you alright?" Yelena asked, her voice filled with concern as Myra staggered when she tried to walk.
Myra brushed aside her discomfort, saying, "My legs just went numb. I have been sitting for too long in a sa position, maybe that’s why. Don’t worry, I am fine." She smiled as she said this.
"Ms. Miracle, let help you," Fabian suggested and ca forward but Myra politely declined his offer.
Fabian who was standing on the other side from the table ca rushing towards Myra when he saw her fumbling with her initial steps. He thought it was because of the cast on her ankle and Myra was just trying to downplay her uncomfortableness.
He apologized in advanced, "My apologies," and in one swift motion scooped Myra off of her feet and into his firm embrace effortlessly.
The look of disbelief was quite evident on both the girls faces. They were stunned at what just happened.
Myra protested, her voice a bit shrill, "Professor Stephens, please put down. This is not appropriate."
Yelena didn’t know how to react. She was stunned into silence.
Fabian spoke casually, his voice calm and calculated, "Your ankle is already in bad shape. I will just help you to your car. Ms. Yates, after you."
Yelena snapped out of it and spoke, "Yeah .... Oh yes. This way, Professor Fabian."
She turned around and walked hurried, her face had an odd expression plastered on it as she thought about Fabian’s actions, ’Is he sohow interested in Myra? Maybe he is. I will ask him directly when he is comfortable around .’
Myra still didn’t give up. She was super uncomfortable. In Kimberg, those Alpha brothers used to carry her like a newborn baby. Whether it was Dion or Alaric. Now, Fabian’s actions reminded her of that ti. Her face turned unintentionally crimson.
The girl who has never had any kind of physical contact with the opposite gender was being carried by these handso and pretty boys. These two, three weeks have been unexpectedly wild.
"Professor Stephens, please~," Myra was interrupted by Fabian. "Careful Ms. Miracle, there are stairs. Hold onto tight," Fabian comnted playfully though his tone remained concerned.
Soon they were out of the restaurant as Fabian, very respectfully placed her. The parking was valet so they were already standing in front of Yelena’s car.
"Thanks for your help. But please, don’t do it again," Myra said and scurried inside the passenger seat.
Yelena looked at Fabian with a mixed feeling and then said, her cheerful smile back, "Professor Fabian, have a wonderful day ahead. And let’s keep in touch."
Fabian nodded respectfully as he adjusted his glasses, "I will. Drive carefully and take care of yourselves, Ms. Yates, Ms. Miracle, I am sorry for overstepping."
Myra wanted to say a lot of things but she had to maintain her cool. She has to talk to Fabian about the scholarship so she kept quiet.
Yelena entered her vehicle and they took off. Fabian could only see the car’s taillights which soon disappeared as well. After making sure that they were completely gone, he called so, "Co now." His voice which was humble and ek a few minutes ago had taken a sudden shifted to cold and emotionless.
He walked out to the main gate of the restaurant and there stood a charcoal Aston Martin Valour model. The driver had opened the back door as he was waiting for Fabian to enter.
Fabian casual posture turned into elegant one as she settled inside the car.
Yelena and Myra didn’t speak much inside the car. They were both tangled in their own inner thoughts.
Myra was devising a plan to tell Sandra and William about the shift while Yelena was thinking about Fabian Stephens. She shifted her gaze and looked at Myra, questioning her, "What are you thinking?"
"Huh? What did you say?" Myra didn’t hear Yelena.
"Should I give Dr. Hayden a call? You seem very absent minded today," Yelena suggested.
"No need. You know I am not very good with strangers around," Myra was pointing at Fabian.
"Did Fabian Stephens made you uncomfortable?" Yelena asked curiously.
"Uhhhh~, a little. I don’t like people touching and it was just a cramp. So ...," Myra answered her true feelings.
"Mm~hmm ...... alright. But apart from that isn’t he a total gentleman? She is an Orford Graduate and now a professor at Red Stone," Yelena added.
Myra thought about Fabian’s actions and yes apart from that princess carry, he had been nothing but respectful towards her and Yelena. She thought, maybe she was thinking too much and overreacted. All of a sudden, she started feeling guilty towards Fabian. After all, he was only helping her.
Yelena asked about her plans, "So, what do you think about the scholarship program? Are you going to apply for it?"
"Actually .... I am a bit confused. The offer seems fine and beneficial but ..... I don’t know. I just keep having an odd feeling ... maybe I am getting paranoid," Myra blurred out and released a heavy sigh.
"Should I ask Grandpa to investigate Fabian for you?" Yelena proposed.
"Noooooo ......" Myra almost yelled sharply. She softened her voice to normal, "That won’t be necessary. It is not about Professor Stephens. I would just look it up on the Red Stone’s official website. After all, we cannot trust strangers too much," Of course, it was more related to Garry Yates. But Myra could not say it out loud, could she?
"Okay, okay. And fair point. I got a bit carried away by Fabian’s handso looks. My apologies, babe," Yelena said those last words imitating Fabian as Myra laughed at her antics.
Myra then asked her, "By the way, don’t you think you should have told about having breakfast with your grandfather." She puffed her cheeks.
Yelena clicked her tongue in guilt as she said, "Last night, when Aunt Mary returned to the villa, she must have told him about your situation. I swear I didn’t out you. He then called last night and just said he wanted to have breakfast with and you. I would have told you but he told not to. Maybe, he wanted to surprise us by setting up a eting with Fabian."
"Don’t do this again. I was caught off guard by this unexpected gathering," Myra stated.
"I am sorry. I know, grandpa cos off as intimidating with his beard and stern gaze but he is just like a coconut. Tough on the outside, tender on the inside," Yelena uttered, describing Garry.
Myra wasn’t too convinced. For her, Garry always had a scary vibe attached with him. Of course, Garry was Yelena’s grandfather so she couldn’t understand Myra’s point of view.
Myra dropped the topic and Yelena drove them back to the apartnt.
Just when they where about to arrive, Myra received a call from Wendy. She picked it up and Wendy’s chirping voice greeted her, "Sis, how are you doing today?"
Myra scratched her fingertip with nails as she responded, "I am feeling much better. Why did you call? Don’t you have school today? Don’t tell , you skipped it again."
"It is a weekend, sis. No school, rember," Wendy chuckled. "So, I was hoping to visit you. Can I?"
Myra sighed and agreed this ti, "Okay, you can co."
"Really? In that case, .... *ding ding* *ding ding* .... Sis, why are you not opening the door?" Wendy said as she sulked.
"Are you outside the apartnt?" Myra inquired.
"Yup, open the door. I am waiting," Wendy babbled like a baby.
"We went out for sothing. We will be there in five minutes. Don’t go wandering around anywhere," Myra instructed but she didn’t cut the call.
Yelena asked, "It is Wendy. What is she saying?"
"She is standing outside your place. Can you speed up a bit," Myra told Yelena.
"On it. Aunt Mary must have gone out for grocery shopping," Yelena accelerated the car and they reached there soon.
When reached her place, Wendy was nowhere to be seen. Myra panicked a little and called Wendy. The first call didn’t connect. She called her again, "Where have you gone? Didn’t I tell you to not wander anywhere? Wendy, why don’t you listen to ?"
Countless thoughts were running inside her head. She has been feeling this that soone was keeping an eye on her and that set her off.
At that ti, the door opened from the inside, with Wendy still holding her phone and looking at Myra with stunned expression. Myra had never once spoken to her in such manner.
With a shaky voice, she called out, "Sis?"
When Myra saw Wendy, she hugged her in a tight embrace, "You scared to death."
Wendy rubbed her back gently, comforting her, "Relax sis. I was waiting for you. That’s when Aunt Mary ca so I went inside with her."
Myra pulled herself back and rubbed her temples in embarrassnt, "I am sorry for overreacting."
Wendy giggled and said, "Now I know."
Yelena questioned, "What?"
"My sister looks really scary when she is truly angry. Jeez ..... it gave goosebumps," Wendy comnted.
And all of them laughed in unison.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . .
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