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My big tears rolled down my cheeks, and I finally relaxed when he pulled away.

“Are you okay?”

My eyes were closed as I heard that voice. I thought it was Matt who questioned me, but when I opened my eyes, Matt was blowing air on my wound.

I felt another presence beside me when I saw my hand had not flinched on the chair. My nails dug into someone's hand instead of the leather arm. From the corner of my eyes, I saw something unexpected.

“You… Oh, I am sorry, sir.”

Right out of the blue? What was he doing here?

It was Xander. But when did he arrive? And why was he standing next to me?

Lots of questions boomed in my mind as I jerked my hand away from his wrist that was now scratched from my nails.

“What are you doing here?” Matt questioned.

He didn’t answer because he was busy looking at my nervous, flushed face. I gulped down a lump in my throat and backed myself behind the chair, lowering my eyes immediately.

“Xan, what?” Matt asked again.

Looking at his scratched wrist, I somehow fe