Page 26 of Unbreak Me

"When the camera view was switching on the screen, I saw one more guy there. A blond one?"

"You did?" A hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes. "So his contract wasn’t bought."

"We can check and make sure, if you want."

Day’s expression was a bit uncertain. "I don’t know if staring at him would do anything except add unnecessary stress…" he muttered, darting a glance toward the hall entrance.

"We can take a look from afar—from a spot where he won’t notice us," I offered, giving him a reassuring smile.

Day made an indistinct sound, perhaps his attempt to express approval, as he said, "That's a good plan.

We made our way through the hall, with Day taking the lead since he knew the layout better than I did.

From behind, his silhouette turned out to be surprisingly shapely—his slim back tapering into a narrow waist, and his butt, quite an enticing curve, small but perfectly rounded. My gaze lingered longer than it should have, tracing the lines of his form. Yeah, I probably shouldn’t be ogling him like this.

Finally, he stopped at the intersection of two aisles.

"You were right. Star is still here," he said grimly.

There wasn’t much of a crowd around the small booth. People passed by slowly, glancing at the information board and… quickly moving on. The details about Star’s former job must have been an effective deterrent.

From this distance, I couldn’t get a good look at him, but it was obvious he’d put a lot of effort into his appearance. He was dressed entirely in black—tight leather pants that showed off his long, slender legs, and a black mesh shirt, though not overly revealing; it had a sporty vibe. His long, platinum-white hair hung straight and fell nearly to his waist.

Even from afar, one thing stood out: he was completely still, like a statue—or a cold wax figure.

Day swallowed and suddenly muttered, "Let’s get out of here. It’s hard to look at this."

For the second time, I saw something other than negativity in his expression. There was a glint of genuine sympathy and understanding in his large gray eyes.

"May merciful Fate find someone for him," I said softly, and I truly meant it. It was awful to see this person—so young and beautiful—being ignored by everyone. A small wave of anger at Nolan washed over me for being part of Star’s humiliation.

Day nodded. "Yeah. He has this icy facade, but he’s very unhappy underneath."

I studied him closely. Day must have seen himself in Star’s place—ignored by alphas, left aside—and it was hard for him to stomach.

"Let’s go," I said gently. "Maybe we can call Nolan later and ask about Star’s fate. What do you think?"

Day looked at me cautiously. "Yeah, that’s another good idea."

His lips curled into something resembling a shy smile—an unexpected sight. I almost opened my mouth in amazement, but the moment didn’t last. Day’s expression quickly darkened again, and he bowed his head, reverting to his previous cranky demeanor.

We left the hall and stopped in the lobby, where people were milling about, entering and exiting the main sections.

Then I asked, "Did you come here in your own car, or do you want me to give you a ride home?"

Day turned his gaze away. "Um… I came here by taxi, so yeah, I’ll take you up on that offer."

"When do you want to arrange the move?" I followed up.

He seemed distracted, his eyes wandering to the people around us. "Maybe tomorrow? I’ll pack up today and say goodbye to my parents, then we can sort out the truck tomorrow…" He hesitated. "Although I don’t have that much stuff to take."

"I’ve got a large transport van," I offered. "I use it to haul seedlings to plant fairs and markets. It should do the job."

He kept staring at the crowd, looking absentminded. "I think so. I don’t have any big items, just clothes, books, and shoes."

Day still avoided my gaze as we walked toward the parking lot, where I’d parked.

When he saw my car, he nodded approvingly. "Yeah, this should definitely do the trick," he muttered, eyeing the advertisement for my fruit tree nursery on the side of the van.

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