Phoebe extended a hand to stop her.
She paused, somewhat bewildered, raised her face, a tightness around her waist, and in the next moment, she was gently pulled into his embrace.
It was a very restrained hug.
In fact, Phoebe only lightly wrapped his arms around her back, his large hand lightly patting her back.
"Everything will be alright… I promise!"
He murmured beside her ear, his voice was gentle yet imbued with intense determination and persistence.
The body in his arms was even more slender than he imagined; she was slimmer than he thought, her waist felt as if it would snap with the slightest pressure.
Phoebe's fingers tightening unconsciously around Ivana's waist, a strong impulse rising in him to hold the person in his arms tightly.
In the past, he only thought of it as fondness.
Just because she was special, so he liked her.
