When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 941

Orion knew that once he walked out that door, there was no coming back.

Lemira noticed the look on his face, but she lowered her gaze, refusing to meet his eyes.

One stared with desperate longing, while the other kept her head stubbornly bowed.

They remained locked in a tense standoff, neither willing to yield an inch.

A tickle rose in Orion's throat. Not wanting to show any weakness in front of her, he stood up abruptly, turned on his heel, and walked out.

Watching his retreating back, the light in Lemira's eyes dimmed considerably.

Of course. The second she stopped bending to his will, he walked away.

He didn't need to put on an act for her anymore. The charade was over.

A self-deprecating smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

That jerk. I hope I never see him again.

Outside in the hallway, Orion's footsteps were hurried and erratic as he stumbled out of the apartment, not even pausing to put his shoes on properly.

A violent fit of coughing wracked his chest. He curled into himself, leaning heavily against the wall by her door.

He slumped on the floor, an absolute wreck. Looking back at her closed door, his eyelids drooped, looking as defeated as a stray dog left out in the rain.

Not long after, the elevator chimed, and Mrs. Gable stepped out to start her cleaning shift.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she spotted a grown man sitting motionless by the door.

After finishing her sweep of the hall, she cautiously approached him. "Excuse me, sir?"

The man didn't seem to hear her. He sat perfectly still, his profile cast in shadows, radiating a dark, brooding aura that practically screamed 'keep away.'

Mrs. Gable hurried back to the elevator and immediately called Mr. Miller, the property manager. "There's a strange man sitting outside an apartment on the sixteenth floor in Building 3. He won't say a word, and he looks like trouble. You don't think he's harassing one of the tenants, do you?"

"I'll call the resident and check," Mr. Miller said.

This was a high-end luxury complex. If a security issue popped up, it would be the management's head on the chopping block.

Moments later, Lemira was jolted awake by her ringing phone.

She glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number.

She answered it, and a middle-aged man spoke on the other end. "Hello, Ms. Langston? This is the property management office."

"Yes, what's going on?"

"Well, our cleaner noticed a man sitting outside your door. Do you know him? If he's bothering you, I can send security up right away."

Lemira frowned in confusion. Someone was at her door?

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