Chapter 963 Will We Die?
Jeffery had a gentle smile on his lips as he tenderly brushed a strand of hair from Lyra's face, his gaze so soft it could melt water.
"Yeah, but with her around, the hospital feels more lively. We really should thank her properly when we get back."
He took Lyra's hand, his palm warm. "Come on, we have some time before we head back. Let me take you somewhere."
Lyra followed him, curiosity piqued, as they wound through the streets until they arrived at an old street with a charming, exotic vibe.
The street was lined with quaint little shops, their windows displaying a variety of beautiful, uniquely tailored clothes made from high-quality fabrics.
Jeffery glanced at Lyra, his eyes full of affection.
"We've been so busy with the project that I haven't had time to take you shopping. Pick out a few outfits you like as a gift, okay?"
Lyra blushed and nodded, and they walked hand in hand into a clothing store.
The store had a subtle fragrance, and the staff greeted them warmly, introducing the new arrivals in somewhat broken English.
Jeffery stood to the side, his eyes never leaving Lyra.
He watched as she held a light blue dress in front of her, the hem fluttering, making her look even more picturesque.
"It looks great on you," he praised.
Lyra smiled shyly and picked out a few more simple yet stylish pieces. Jeffery took them all and paid without hesitation.
Leaving the store, his hands were full of shopping bags, but he didn't seem to mind. He even freed a hand now and then to hold Lyra's, afraid she might get lost in the crowd.
As they walked, a vintage photo studio caught Lyra's eye. The old sign and wooden doorframe exuded a nostalgic charm.
Her eyes lit up, and she tugged on Jeffery's sleeve. "Let's go in and take some photos as a keepsake."
Jeffery readily agreed.
Inside the studio, the photographer enthusiastically set up the scene and adjusted the lighting, all the while making playful comments.
"Look at you two, such a sweet couple. I've been doing this for years, and I can tell!"
Lyra blushed deeply, nervously fidgeting with her clothes. "Please, don't tease us."
At first, they were awkward in front of the camera, not knowing where to place their hands, their poses stiff and smiles forced.
The photographer quickly stepped in with some humor.
"Sir, hold her a bit tighter. Don't worry, there's no one else here!"
"Ma'am, relax and smile. Imagine you're walking with your lover on the most beautiful beach, with a gentle sea breeze. It's so pleasant!"
Lyra couldn't help but laugh.
Jeffery laughed too, pulling her closer. "Yes, just like that. You look beautiful."
Lyra looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "You should smile too, not just me."
Jeffery's smile widened, becoming genuinely radiant.
The photographer seized the moment, snapping away. "Great, this one's perfect! Hold that pose, let's get a few more. Sir, spin her around, the dress will look amazing!"
After a series of shots, the photographer showed them the photos.
"Look at this, you two could be on a magazine cover!"
Lyra looked at the photos and whispered to Jeffery, "I didn't expect them to turn out so well."
For the vintage-themed shoot, Lyra wore a retro dress and held a folding fan, glancing at herself in the mirror with some uncertainty.
"Do I look weird in this?"
Jeffery stepped up, placing his hands on her shoulders, his gaze intense.
"Not at all, you look stunning. This dress seems made just for you. The photos will be breathtaking."
The photographer chimed in, "Trust me, follow my lead, and these will be amazing!"
Lyra finally relaxed and moved to the set.
Jeffery, dressed in a vintage suit and hat, looked every bit the gentleman.
They also took some modern, casual photos in their new matching outfits, making funny faces and cuddling sweetly, the camera capturing each loving moment.
As they left the studio, the sunset cast long shadows behind them. Lyra couldn't stop smiling as she flipped through the photos on the camera.
Jeffery looked at her, his heart full of tenderness. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "These photos are great, but they don't compare to the real you. When you miss me, just look at them."
Lyra playfully punched him. "Who would miss you?"
Despite her words, she held the photos close.
Back at the hotel, Lyra was still basking in the afterglow of their photo session.
She eagerly hung up her new clothes and frequently checked the photos, a smile she couldn't hide on her face.
Jeffery watched her, his heart full of affection. He chuckled and shook his head, putting away their things before joining her, his arm naturally draping over her shoulder.
"After a long day, how about a relaxing bath?"
Jeffery whispered in her ear, his warm breath making her ears turn slightly red.
"Okay." Lyra gathered her bath items and headed to the bathroom.
As the hot water cascaded down, filling the room with steam, she closed her eyes, enjoying the moment of relaxation, unaware of the danger creeping closer.
Jeffery sat on the bed, reviewing the hospital's recent updates on his phone, planning their return. Suddenly, a sharp smell of smoke hit him.
His expression changed, and he quickly pulled back the curtains.
Flames roared below, thick black smoke rising rapidly, accompanied by panicked shouts.
"Lyra!" Jeffery's heart raced. He banged on the bathroom door. "Get out, the hotel's on fire!"
Lyra, startled by his urgent shout and the smell of smoke, quickly turned off the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and rushed out, her face full of fear. "What's happening? How did it catch fire?"
Jeffery pulled her close, throwing a coat over her shoulders. "Don't panic, follow me. We need to get out."
He grabbed her hand and headed for the door.
As soon as they opened it, thick smoke poured in, making them cough.
Jeffery covered his mouth and nose, guiding Lyra as they crouched and followed the emergency exit signs.
The hallway lights flickered, alarms blared, and people ran in chaos, pushing and shoving.
Suddenly, a wall of fire blocked their path, the flames climbing quickly with the help of the ventilation, crackling loudly.
Lyra's eyes widened in terror, her steps faltering, her body trembling. "What do we do? Are we going to die?"
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