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Chapter 375
Chapter 375:
“I understand,” Easton said, a genuine smile breaking across his face. “And I am glad you made that choice. It proves my instincts about you were correct p>
He looked at her with quiet admiration.
“A person who knows how to hold their fire to protect the innocent,” Easton added softly, “is the only kind of person who deserves to win the war p>
The lethal strategy was discarded — but the test had forged a powerful, unbreakable bond of trust between them.
Easton noticed the heavy exhaustion still lingering in June’s shoulders, and the subtle grimace of pain she tried to conceal whenever she adjusted her left arm. He decided it was time to change the battlefield entirely.
The heavy atmosphere inside the private viewing room lingered for a moment. June raised her right hand and unconsciously rubbed her throbbing temples, the weight of the legal war pressing down on her body.
Easton’s sharp eyes caught the tiny gesture of exhaustion instantly, along with the way she carefully avoided putting any pressure on her sling-bound left shoulder.
He looked out the massive window toward the lush, green expanse of Central Park. A spontaneous, highly uncharacteristic idea formed in his structured mind.
Easton stood. He smoothly unbuttoned the single button of his bespoke suit jacket.
“The legal war can wait until tomorrow morning,” Easton said, his voice shedding its professional edge and becoming warm. “Right now, Dr. Erickson’s nervous system requires an immediate reset p>
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June looked up at him in surprise.
Easton extended his right hand toward her, offering a polite, gentlemanly invitation.
“Would you mind accompanying me somewhere?” Easton asked, a faint, charming smirk playing on his lips. “Consider it an advance payment on my legal fees p>
His tone was light, carrying a playful ease that made it impossible to say no.
June hesitated for a split second, then let out a soft breath and nodded. She grabbed her crutches and braced herself as she stood.
They left the quiet, sterile environment of the Manhattan Club. Easton did not call for his private driver. Instead, he led June across the busy street and directly into the vibrant chaos of Central Park.
Easton naturally slowed his long strides, perfectly matching the awkward, uneven rhythm of her medical boot and crutches. He stayed close to her left side, subtly shielding her injured shoulder from the passing pedestrians.
A massive charity carnival was set up on the great lawn. The air was thick with the smell of roasted peanuts, sugary cotton candy, and hot pretzels. It was loud, chaotic, and completely opposite to the suffocating world of the Compton elite.
Easton stopped walking. He casually shrugged off his expensive suit jacket and draped it over his forearm.
Standing there in just his crisp white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled to his forearms, the terrifying Wall Street lawyer vanished entirely. He became something far more disarming.
The vibrant, chaotic energy of the carnival seeped into June’s bones. She felt the tight, defensive muscles in her back finally begin to loosen.
Easton guided her through the crowd until they stopped in front of a retro carnival shooting gallery.