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Chapter 389
Chapter 389:
He reached into the car and pulled out a cardboard drink carrier holding two steaming cups of premium latte from a boutique coffee shop.
Easton did not rush into the lobby.
He leaned his tall frame comfortably against the side of the Audi, pulled his phone from his pocket, and typed a quick, simple message.
I just saw Cole’s car tear out of here. Are you alright? I’m downstairs if you need anything.
He hit send and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
His presence was exactly like a warm, steady breeze sweeping through a room just destroyed by a tornado.
Five minutes later, the revolving doors spun open.
𝗔𝘤𝘁i𝘃e co𝗆mu𝘯і𝘁y 𝗼n ѕ.𝘤𝗈m
June walked out. She had gone upstairs to change her blazer and compose herself. The remnants of the confrontation still lingered in the corners of her eyes.
But the moment she saw Easton standing by the car, holding the warm coffee, the tight muscles in her jaw instantly relaxed.
A microscopic, completely involuntary softness touched her lips.
Easton walked toward her. He did not ask why she looked pale. He did not ask what had happened. His emotional intelligence was formidable enough that he knew not to.
He simply held out one of the cups.
“I had a feeling you might need this today,” Easton said, his voice deep and soothing.
June reached out and took the warm paper cup. The heat seeped into her cold fingers.
“Thank you,” June whispered.
Easton stepped back and smoothly opened the passenger door for her, standing there like a knight preparing to escort his charge onto the battlefield.
The heavy, reassuring thud of the Audi’s door closing wrapped around her like a protective shield. The rich aroma of the premium espresso filled the cabin, slowly dissolving the lingering, toxic chill of Cole’s ambush.
Easton’s quiet, unwavering presence was a steady anchor in the storm.
As June settled into the leather seat, she felt a strange, heavy shift in her chest.
Her heart, frozen solid for months, tilted just a fraction of an inch toward the warmth.
The interior of the Audi A8 was a sanctuary of quiet luxury.
Easton drove with smooth, effortless precision. Soft, classical cello music played through the premium speakers, filling the cabin with a deeply calming vibration.
June sat in the passenger seat, holding the warm paper cup with both hands and staring out the window at the blurred city streets. The violent adrenaline from her confrontation with Cole was slowly draining from her bloodstream, leaving her feeling hollow but safe.
Easton did not force conversation. He let the silence heal her.
It wasn’t until the car turned onto the avenue approaching the Apex Bio headquarters that he finally spoke.
“There is a bag in the back seat,” Easton said, his tone casual, his eyes staying on the road. “It’s for you p>
June blinked. She twisted her torso slightly, wincing as her injured shoulder pulled, and looked into the back seat.
Sitting on the pristine leather was a massive, heavy-duty paper shopping bag bearing the logo of Manhattan’s most exclusive exotic pet boutique.
June reached back and pulled the bag forward.