Chapter 10: Protect the little girl

“Is your hand hurt?”

Harry stopped and picked up Emma's hand for inspection. He carefully rubbed the back of her hand. The light shining on him created a long shadow on the road surface.

Emma was stunned at his unexpectedly considerate gesture. A warm feeling suddenly rose in her heart. She grabbed the back of his hand and pushed his hand softly away, she replied, “I'm fine, really. It was you who shielded me from the tea."

She reached for his arm, urging him to turn and face her, her eyes focusing on the damp spot on his vest, "Did it scald you?"

"Alright, no problem," He assured with a small smile, “It’s not too hot.”

At this time, a gleaming Rolls-Royce glided to a stop beside them. Harry graciously opened the door for Emma and then sat inside himself.

The driver caught Harry's eye in the rearview mirror:

“Boss, where are we going now?”

Harry leaned back into the plush seat, rubbing his temples as if weighed down by exhaustion. He momentarily closed his eyes before responding.

Emma