"It's fine," Xyla Quest insisted. "I can walk on my own. I'm not that helpless."

However, Stanley Batton ignored her and proceeded to carry her into the elevator to get to the first floor.

At that hour, the lobby was busy as some of the employees working overtime were also rushing to leave.

Everyone instantly focused their gazes on the couple as they stepped out, making Xyla feel a little embarrassed with so many pairs of eyes on her. Suddenly, these people all felt envious of them both.

"Hello, Ms. Quest."

"Hello, Mr. Batton."

Employees began to greet them as they passed, prompting her to nod awkwardly while Stanley kept a neutral expression on his face.

"Put me down. Many people are watching," she muttered, struggling to set herself free.

She felt even more mortified when she noticed people taking pictures of them.

However, it didn't seem like her husband intended to put her down. Instead, he continued to walk outside.

"Listen to me," she began to protest again.

"Be a good girl and let me carry you," he said.

"I am honestly fine," she stated.

"Be good."

could only let

carried her into his black Bugatti Veyron as if nobody else

began chatting

so romantic? Ms. Quest doesn't even need

Ms Quest probably had

her ankle

and

Batton didn't want h

That's why he carries

her."

have I done wrong? I work overtime, but I still have

give me someone like Stanley.

in the world! Isn't he like

clearly admired Stanley and were envious of

want a

removed her heels, placing her

anti-inflammatory ointment from the

glove compartment.

gently squeezed some onto her wound and carefully used

ointment felt cold on the wound, making

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