Zachary said, "Miss, you haven't told me your name."

"My name's Lena."

"Lena," he muttered, abruptly halting his stride.

Lena was taken aback. When she turned her gaze toward him, she immediately noticed that the kindly gentleman's countenance had changed.

His eyes were now as cold and piercing as ice in the darkness.

Before she could react, he swiftly produced a handkerchief he had prepared earlier and covered her mouth and nose.

"Mmph!" She instinctively resisted. Usually, she could easily overpower an elderly man like him, but she felt strangely feeble at that moment. Her eyelids grew heavy, and soon, her consciousness blurred. She began to slump, leaning on Zachary for support.

He stood there motionless, only crouching down beside her after a prolonged pause. He finally dialed a number on his phone, confirming her unconscious state.

"Sasha... It's me. Come to the hospital right away and change into her clothes." -

after delivering

Lena but received no answer. His heart

felt that something

moment, a familiar

Relief washed over him, and he rushed to embrace her. "Where

gentle and captivating eyes stirred a strange sensation

a light she had never displayed before when she saw him,

pearl glistening under the sun, radiating brilliance from head to toe. His chiseled visage and robust features exuded masculinity, yet his eyes brimmed with tenderness and

in the special forces, as he still possessed the charisma of a soldier. Strength, valor, loyalty—he was a man who would stand out

Southeast Aciatic,

to experience a strange sensation. "W-Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on

snapped back to

and leaned against him, causing an unusual stiffness in Chris' body. Even he

theory, Lena rarely took the initiative in such a manner with him, making today's action quite uncommon. He should have reciprocated, but a subconscious impulse

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