As soon as Rachel tried to move, a sharp pain shot through her left side where the man had kicked her. Her brows furrowed deeply.
"Does it hurt?" That cold, magnetic voice echoed in her ears again.
Almost instantly, a beautifully sculpted hand pressed gently against her left side.
Rachel's whole body froze. It felt as though all the blood in her body rushed straight to her waist.
His face leaned in closer, close enough that she could see every detail of his long, dark lashes.
Indeed… he was breathtaking. With each subtle flutter of those lashes, it felt as though he could stir her heart effortlessly.
Once, he had done exactly that, her heart, once calm as still water, had rippled just from him.
But now, it had stilled again, hardened like a stagnant pool.
"I'm fine," Rachel forced out, steadying herself as she tried to calm her racing heartbeat. "Mr. Jeffrey, thank you for your help earlier. I… I'm okay."
