Elara's POV
The stranger holds me, his strong, muscled arms wrapped gently around my shoulders. I take in the contours of his face, noticing how his plump lips accentuate his features. He’s dressed in an elegant gray suit. He must be some rich guy.
Then I lift my gaze to his beautiful hazel eyes and see something that looks like concern. My brows furrow. Why would he be concerned?
“Are you okay?” he asks, making me furrow my brows. “Is there a problem? Why are you crying?”
At that, I place my hand on my face, surprised to feel tears. I guess the encounter in the office left me crying. As I remember the scene in the office, I decide I need to leave. I don’t want to deal with the mothers anymore.
As I turn to go, the stranger speaks again. “Hey, calm down. Please tell me if there’s a pr
