The only thing she saw was his bleeding hand. And the only thing she cared about was helping.
That small act touched him more deeply than he could have expected.
He wanted to meet her again, to invite her properly, to share a moment that was not bound by pain and blood. But at the same time, he could sense something about her.
Adeline was the type of person who would dive into the sea of knowledge without hesitation, who would rather drown in books and studies than swim in a pool of fame, wealth, and power.
She did not belong to his world, and perhaps she did not want to.
With a soft sigh, Alex forced himself to let her go. "Maybe… it is better this way," he whispered to himself. "If fate wishes it, I will see her again."
He stepped into the car, his driver quickly closing the door behind him.
The driver glanced at his boss through the rear-view mirror, raising an eyebrow at Alex's quiet expression.
"Sir," the driver asked carefully, "are you alright?"
