She couldn't see what was happening outside. All she could feel was the warmth radiating from the man, driving away every last bit of the chill that had settled over her.
An overwhelming sense of security washed over her. In that instant, an indescribable emotion churned violently in her chest, sending out ripple after ripple.
The air she breathed was filled with Preston Keaton's clean, pleasant scent. She couldn't even smell the blood.
Her mind was in a turmoil. It was like when she was a little girl, holding back tears after something sad happened, only to burst out crying uncontrollably the moment she saw her family. The pent-up fear and sorrow now vied to spill from her chest, making her eyes sting.
It made her subconsciously press closer to Preston Keaton. It made her realize with absolute clarity in this moment...
...that she was, indeed, very well protected by Preston Keaton.
Wyatt Walsh frowned, his gaze sweeping over the scene.
