"Careful!" Arwen screamed, her pupils dilating in horror when she realized that she wouldn''t be able to catch Delyth on time. Although she didn''t like her, she didn''t hate her enough to see her rolling off the stairs to death.

    However, a heave of relief left her lips when at the right time, she saw a big hand grabbing the wheelchair''s handles, saving the worst. Her hands went over her chest as she calmed herself and muttered under her breath, "Thank goodness!"

    "Delyth!"

    Arwen heard another panicked voice and that was when she looked up to see who had come to save the woman at the right time.

    Ryan.

    Most unexpected, yet expected person at the scene.@@@@

    He looked more scared than Delyth. His face looked slightly paler than usual while his eyes went to scan her from top to bottom, making sure that not even a single hair of hers was harmed.

    "Are you alright?" he asked. Not just his expression but even his voice laced with his intense worry.

    Delyth was also terrified, so much so that her face had turned as white as paper. "You came at the right time," she said, throwing her arms around his shoulders and pulling him in a hug to calm herself. "Thank you for saving me, Ryan. I almost thought I ruined my legs again. I–I was so scared."

    Ryan hesitated first when she hugged him but then when he remembered what had just happened, he understood her reaction. Reaching behind her, he slowly caressed her back, while letting her hug him. "It''s fine. You are alright now. Nothing happened," he cooed softly.

    Arwen, who still stood there, watched them like that. And for once, she wasn''t amused. This was going according to the usual plot, wasn''t it? Ryan was coming to save the day for Delyth, like always and they were looking so connected, so much in love.

    But by the time she would have done that, Gianna had already turned to give a glare to the couple. She turned the wheelchair on her own and greeted, "Oh let me see who is it," she spoke in one of her sweetest but taunting tones. "It''s truly the pair made in heaven —Ryan -the- jerk and Delyth -the- b*tch. What bad did we do today that Heaven had punished us by making us see your ugly faces together?"

    Arwen was speechless ...

    There was no way she could peacefully leave now, could she?

    She shook her head internally as she turned around to look back at the couple who were still locked warm embrace.

    "Arwen, what are you doing," Gianna chided suddenly, making Arwen confused. "Close your eyes now, or you will be infected."

    Arwen didn''t understand what she meant. She furrowed her brows but right when she was asked what she meant, Gianna explained on her own. "Innocent people you and me shouldn''t see the love shows of the jerks and b*tches. It might not just taint our souls but can even cause infections worse than conjunctivitis. Close your eyes, fast."

    Arwen was again speechless ... She didn''t know what else she should say. Was this girl even serious?

    Who says things like that? And how the hell she should react to it?

    Ryan, on the other hand, didn''t take long to realize what Gianna meant. He quickly pulled himself away from Delyth and stood up to explain. "Gianna, what absurd are you talking about? There isn''t as such going on between me and Delyth. I was just —"

    Before he could complete it, Delyth spoke as well, "Ryan was just helping me calm down, Gianna. Don''t blame him."

    "Then who should I blame?" Gianna questioned, before raising a finger at the air above Delyth''s head. "The pig that just started flying right above your head?"