Mirabella sighed silently to herself before sending a unified response to both Zach and Leo. [Got it, you big babies.]
When Zach and Leo received this reply, they both felt like they had been somewhat insulted.
Mirabella pocketed her phone and was about to look up when a motorcycle suddenly sped towards them from a distance. Her brows furrowed slightly as she prepared to pull James to safety, but he had already taken the initiative, yanking her aside just in time.
The screech of tires tore through the air as they struggled to regain their balance, and the force from James sent Mirabella stumbling a couple of steps further. Lifting her gaze, she saw the motorcycle on its side, and its wheel was still spinning. The rider, apparently eager to avoid blame, scrambled up, muttered a quick apology, and sped off as quickly as they had arrived.
The whole incident, from the crash to the rider’s departure, lasted less than three minutes. Mirabella narrowed her eyes; this didn’t seem like an accident.
“Are you okay?” James asked. The concern was evident in his voice. He had been steadying her by the shoulder, but as he spoke, he slowly let go, creating a little distance between them.
Mirabella, unfazed, noticed the scrape marks on James’ pant leg. The fabric wasn’t torn, but the impact had been anything but gentle.
“You’re going to need to get that leg checked out,” she started to say, but was interrupted by the sound of an approaching car.
Wyatt, who had witnessed the near-miss with the motorcycle, felt a tightness in his chest. He parked the car hastily and approached with urgency. “Sir... James, are you hurt? It’s my fault for parking too far away. I was delayed in traffic.”
Wyatt’s eyes were fixed on James’ leg, and his face was etched with guilt. He should’ve stayed closer to James.
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