Chapter 598: Buckle up

Noor's eyes widened as big as they could, looking at Arsh's face up so close, with her body pressing on his. Despite knowing he held her to save her from falling off, slowly blush crept up her face turning her face to bright pink.

She wasn't a clumsy girl. Rather she stays extra careful to avoid being clumsy. With his arm wrapped around her waist and her left hand on his right arm, she had clutched his shoulder tight. Even though she stared at his brown orbs, she was feeling how strong his arms were.

She gulped nervously without understanding why she was getting such thoughts as her face flushed red, causing her to hold the cake box even tighter.

Her feet were on the floor, yet she didn't feel like her weight was on them. She wanted to leave Arsh and stand away. At the same time, she was afraid to fall on the ground, so she clutched him tighter. She felt like flying without leaving her weight on her feet, and she also felt like falling. With the jumbled thoughts, she was disoriented.

Arsh's eyes wandered on her little face, her eyes while staring at him. Then his gaze went on her supple and radiant skin. Her long lashes didn't bat down even once, causing his eyes to stare back at his reflection in her eyes. He knew she was slender, and he didn't expect to feel her so petite in his arms. But it wasn't like he had any complaints. He would gladly feed her and make her a plump, meatball.

It wasn't Arsh's first time seeing her blush. She used to blush most of the time because others used to tease her. He always made sure she would be super comfortable around him, so there was never an awkward situation or circumstances for her to be shy around him. Now her blush didn't feel like it was for embarrassment, so he was more confident of holding her without hesitation of making her uncomfortable.

Now he understood why his mother wanted him to make Noor come out of the comfort zone he always provided her. Else the woman in his arms would never think of him as a man but a protective family member or a mentor or probably a friend. But, wait, he doesn't even know whether she takes him as a friend.

His eyes fell on the cake box she was clutching, "Is that so tasty?" He still thought she tripped because her focus was on the cake.

Noor understood why he asked. She wanted to shake her head to tell him she didn't trip because of the cake. However, she nodded to the question without daring to tell the truth. Her mellow voice came out like a whisper, "It is." And her face turns a darker shade of red.

Arsh's eyes slightly sharpened on her. He didn't leave her yet, "Tasty enough to have the bruises?" He sounded curious, but he wasn't. Instead, he wanted to grab that box and threw it in the bin.

Noor finally blinked, looking at his cold demeanor back. Then, she shook her head, her voice barely audible, "I will be careful."

This time, Arsh made sure she was standing on her heels before he retracted his hand from her. Then, one walked towards the car, suddenly feeling empty in his arms, while the other thought about losing the warmth.

Noor's eyes widened at her thoughts. She shook her head to disperse her thoughts as she slapped her cheeks to wake herself up and compose. However, she froze when Arsh turned to her, sensing her actions.

He had a rough estimation about her reaction but still asked, which he would have ignored usually, "What's... Wrong?" His voice came out like a tease.

Noor blinked, gazing at his face. On the surface, she felt there was something wrong with Arsh. Why was he talking so much? But deep down, she felt something was wrong with her. She never had such thoughts.

"I don't know, Young Master Morgan." She innocently and promptly responded, shaking her head. Yeah, she didn't know what was wrong with her stupid brain.

Arsh felt it hard to maintain his straight face hearing her confused tone.

Noor continued her hypothesis, "Probably... I am in shock." It was more like convincing herself.

Arsh: "..."

Shock? She was falling to the ground. It wasn't like she was standing at a cliff or a few floors building to put her in shock. He didn't like how she found a weird reason behind her behavior. 

It wasn't unexpected from Noor, so Arsh cooled down and uttered, "Arsh..."

So why not change the things from the name?

Noor picked up her speed and followed him, "Huh?" 

Arsh opened his car door for her as he spoke his intention for saying his name, "Call me, Arsh."

Noor paused at the door and faced him. Her past thoughts flooded in her mind while looking him in the eyes. Her face again started to glow with red. She could feel her cheeks hot, so she averted her gaze, "But..."

She wanted to retort; however, the man gave her no chance, "Arsh." This time, he was overbearing, causing her to purse her lips and get in the car. 

'I am alright. Something is wrong with Young Master Morgan.' Noor concluded. Even though he was bossy, he never behaved unreasonably, so she assumed Arsh might be in a foul mood due to something.

'I won't call you Young Master either.' She hmphed without seeing Arsh had closed the door and watching her as he went to the driver seat.

He is aware Noor had the cute, mischievous girly side, and it wasn't with him. She always keeps her composure around him like a mature and responsible lady.  So he thought he had to make her enjoyable enough to become as free as she would be with her and his mother.

Taking the driving seat in his car, he noticed she didn't wear her seat belt. He was about to remind her to buckle up but paused. If he wants her to look at him as a man, he must change his ways instead of treating her indifferently.

He decided to help her as he recalled Aria's words, 'Help her even when she doesn't need your help.' 

Noor, who was in her thoughts, gasped when Arsh leaned closer. She stared at him with her thoughts running wild, her heart accelerating its beats.