Chapter 58

Roxanne cried out in pain. Her ankle seemed to have twisted, leaving her unable to put any weight on it. "I can't stand..." she mumbled, her voice filled with helplessness, and her expression pitiful. Without hesitation, Jenson scooped her up in his arms. The sudden movement caught Roxanne off guard. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck. For a moment, her mind went completely blank. Once they entered the elevator, the confined space seemed to trap the air, making it feel stifling. The proximity between them was undeniable, their breaths mingling in the charged atmosphere. If not for the lingering haze of alcohol clouding her senses, Roxanne would have been utterly mortified at the situation. As it was, she could barely hold herself together. "Which floor?" Jenson asked, his deep voice breaking the silence. "Six… Sixth floor," Roxanne stammered, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably. Jenson pressed the button for the sixth floor, and th