"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."

how determined he was, she could only let him

everyone watched, Stanley carried her into his black Bugatti Veyron as if

began chatting in the

my god! Wasn't that so romantic? Ms. Quest doesn't even need

think Ms Quest

her ankle

and

Batton didn't want h

That's why he carries to

her."

done wrong? I work overtime, but

give me someone like Stanley. He's such

best husband in the world! Isn't he like the male protagonist

clearly admired Stanley and were

a romance like

the car, he carefully removed her heels, placing her legs

anti-inflammatory ointment from the

glove compartment.

then gently squeezed some onto her wound and carefully used a cotton swab to spread it around the

ointment felt cold on the wound, making her ankle instantly feel

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