Her Courage
It was him, the one Luna had never expected to see, who had quickly lifted her torso into his arms, not sparing others from further injuring her with their questions and the swarm of their sweating bodies.
Despite none of his gazes on her, the way he carried her with gentleness through the narrow path separating the car lines was enough to confirm his affection for a woman he once despised.
Because of how he rescued her from those reporters, Luna was convinced that there was one side of Danish's heart where kindness resided, which she could trust in spite of his cold demeanor.
As they had gotten to the car, with one hand, Danish towed the door open and placed Luna's sober body on the passenger seat before winding through the front part of the car to reach the driver's seat, where he settled in and buckled up before steering the car away from the campus building.