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Chapter 378
Chapter 378:
“Easton,” June said, reaching out to gently push the umbrella handle toward him. “You need to move it over. You are getting completely soaked p>
Easton stopped walking.
He turned his head and looked down at her. His dark eyes were intense in the dim, stormy light.
He gently pushed her hand away from the handle, refusing to shift the canopy.
“And letting a woman freeze in the rain,” Easton said, his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument, “is not something I will ever do p>
𝘋𝗈w𝗇l𝘰𝘢𝖽 р𝗗F𝗌 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝖾 𝗈n
His protection was absolute — dominant, yet unmistakably gentle.
June stared at his soaked shoulder. The heavy, impenetrable walls she had built around her heart over the last four years cracked wide open. The tension in the rain-soaked air reached a boiling point.
The black town car pulled up to the curb outside the towering glass facade of the residential skyscraper she still called home. The rain was still coming down in heavy, violent sheets, turning the streets into rivers.
June stepped out of the car, clutching the giant rabbit with her right arm and leaning heavily on her crutch. She looked back at Easton.
His white shirt was completely transparent, plastered to his skin. He was shivering slightly, though he tried to hide it.
A heavy wave of genuine guilt washed over her chest.
“Easton,” June said, using his first name, her voice soft but firm. “Please, come upstairs. You can put your clothes in the dryer and have a cup of hot tea. You are going to catch pneumonia p>
Easton stood on the sidewalk and offered a polite, gentlemanly smile.
“Are you sure?” Easton asked, his tone perfectly respectful. “I don’t want to intrude on your privacy p>
His absolute refusal to push her boundaries made June trust him even more.
“I insist,” June replied, shaking her head. “It is the least I can do p>
Easton nodded and followed her into the grand lobby. They rode the private elevator up to the penthouse in silence. The air felt dangerously charged. He was the very first man, other than Cole, to ever cross the threshold of the penthouse apartment.
June unlocked the door. The space was sleek, modern, and decorated in cold, minimalist tones.
She dropped the rabbit on the entryway bench and hobbled inside, letting out a soft grunt of pain as her medical boot thudded against the hardwood. She quickly pulled a pair of guest slippers from the closet.
“The guest bathroom is down the hall to the left,” June said, pulling a fresh, thick white bathrobe from the linen closet and handing it to him. “Take a hot shower. Hand me your wet clothes through the door, and I’ll start the dryer p>
“Thank you,” Easton said, his voice rough from the cold. He took the robe and disappeared down the hall.
Ten minutes later, June was standing in the kitchen, pouring boiling water into two porcelain teacups, clumsily navigating the hot kettle with only one functional hand.
She heard the bathroom door click open.