The car door was open.
As soon as Scarlett Yates approached, she felt the warmth flowing out from inside.
When getting out of the car, Knox Simmons had turned the air conditioning to its highest temperature.
Being embraced by Knox Simmons all the way here, Scarlett's frozen limbs slowly regained sensation, and her blood, which had been flowing sluggishly, suddenly returned to normal speed. Instantly, Scarlett's whole body was sore, and her legs went weak—she couldn't even stand.
Her body softened, and Knox Simmons caught her by the waist, lifting her up.
He let out a low chuckle from his throat, "Let me carry you up."
Knox Simmons appeared thin, reminiscent of a scholar from ancient times who couldn't even kill a chicken, but despite his lean appearance, he was far from weak.
Just a light embrace around the waist, and he lifted Scarlett up.
His steps were brisk, holding her beauty in his arms, feeling very cheerful, and humming little tunes from his mouth.
