Chapter 125

"Who's there?"

In a split second, Damon pulled Nyla into the greenhouse and shut the door behind them.

It was pitch black inside. He pushed her against the door, their bodies pressed tightly together. One hand rested on her waist, while the other gripped the doorknob, leaving no space between them.

She could hear his steady heartbeat and whispered, "Can you let go..."

Damon leaned in close to her ear, speaking so softly that only she could hear. "Someone's coming. If you don't want to be discovered, don't make a sound."

Just then, footsteps approached the greenhouse door.

Nyla's heart raced as the doorknob turned.

After a few moments of trying and failing to open the door, the person outside sounded puzzled. "What's wrong with the door? Is it broken?"

They lingered a bit longer, but finding nothing unusual, they mumbled something and left.

Nyla finally exhaled in relief and asked, "Can you let go of me now?"

Damon released her and was about to speak when Nyla's phone rang—it