Shirley lifted a shirt and helped Zacharias to put it on. Given his injuries, he couldn’t manage the


    buttons, so she stepped in to help. Naturally, this required her to stand close to him while buttoning his


    shirt. As she worked, she sensed his gaze lingering on her. Seizing a moment when her attention was


    diverted, he lightly pressed his lips against her forehead.


    “Quit fooling around,” she chided, looking annoyed. “I don’t fool around when I’m with others, but I can’t


    help myself when I’m with you,” he replied yfully. He seemed utterly shameless whenever he was


    around her.


    After buttoning his shirt, she helped him put on his vest and coat. Before leaving, she brought an extra


    jacket in case he got cold and needed it.


    By the time they left the hospital, Roy had already arranged for more than ten bodyguards to be on


    standby. To maintain secrecy about Zacharias’ whereabouts, all the surrounding lights were turned off


    as a tall, slender figure stepped out.


    Shirley was about to get into Zacharias’ car when he stopped her. “You can take the car behind mine.”


    “Why?” she asked.


    “No reason.” He gestured for Roy to sit beside him after that. She had just shut the car door and was


    about to leave when Freddie spoke. “Don’t you know the reason, Miss Lloyd? Mr. Flintstone’s trying to


    protect you.”


    Shirley’s heart skipped a beat as she understood what Freddie meant. If the criminals managed to


    track Zacharias and targeted his car, it would be unsafe for her to stay with him. He was genuinely


    trying to protect her by having her take a different vehicle. She hurried to the next car, her chest


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    Once Zacharias’ car drove out of the hospital grounds, another six cars trailed behind him. The line of


    cars seemed especially grand as they all made their way to his office. Eventually, they arrived safely at


    their destination.


    She hopped out of her car and hurried over to Zacharias before entering the lobby with the rest of his


    bodyguards. Once they got into the building, he ordered her and a few other bodyguards to follow him


    while the rest of the men stayed downstairs.


    The filming crew was also on standby. Zacharias had to record a 15-minute-long interview. Shirley


    watched as a staff member hurried over to fix his hair. He didn’t need much more than that-his


    complexion seemed exceptionally healthy and radiant because of his fever.


    Meanwhile, Shirley, Roy, and other bodyguards stood behind the cameras. They watched as


    Zacharias, who had just regained consciousness that morning, spoke energetically. He answered the


    interviewer’s questions and exuded his usual charismatic aura.


    Even though 15 minutes wasn’t a long time, Zacharias’ suit ced a lot of pressure on his shoulder


    injury. Shirley knew how bad this was for his wound, and she couldn’t help but clench her fists when the


    interviewer bombarded him with questions. Her gaze was filled with worry as she looked at the man.


    He could sense her concerned gaze on him from the corner of his eyes. He nced over in her


    direction just for a few seconds. She noticed a slight frown forming on the corner of his lips.


    The interviewer didn’t know anything about what had happened to Zacharias. She didn’t know that the


    man who had rushed for the interview was injured. She only received orders. to do the interview at the


    veryst minute, and she wanted to get to know the man more, so she added a few extra questions


    that the public was curious about.


    When Shirley saw how the interviewer kept pestering the man, she strode over to a spot where the


    interviewer could see her before she held her hand up and gestured for the interviewer to stop. The


    interviewer froze for a moment before she hastily asked a final question to wrap things up.


    Zacharias pressed his brows together. The injury on his shoulder started hurting as he had been in the


    same seated position for too long. Right then, he felt a pair of slim but strong hands holding onto his left


    shoulder and helping him up. “Please send the interviewers off,” he uttered while looking at Freddie.


    Freddie immediately started to clear the space, and soon enough, Shirley and Zacharias were the only


    two people left in the office. Once they were left alone, he leaned most of his weight against her


    shoulder.