Ryan held Carrieâs warm and sweaty hand and walked forward
without looking away.
He noticed that Carrie was so nervous that her palms were sweaty.
The corner of his lips curled, and he couldnât help but chuckle
indulgently.
âRyan, why donât we go to the underground parking lot?â Carrie asked
in panic when she saw him walking to the hotel lobby.
âMy car is parked at the main entrance. The basement parking is too
troublesome.â
âBut⦠But there are reporters outside. Paparazzi.â Carrie suddenly.
stopped. Her delicate shoulders shrank, and her eyes were full of
fear. âItâs not good if we go out like this. The paparazzi will write
nonsense.â
âNonsense? Like what?â
Ryan saw Carrie walking away in a hurry in thin clothes. He took off
his red velvet jacket and draped it over her shoulders. He carefully
buttoned it up for her, one button at a time.
Was
He the definition of an overprotective boyfriend.
âI donât mind them writing anything about us.â
âUm, theyâll write about our relationshipâ¦â Carrie blushed and
mumbled softly. Her voice became softer as she spoke.
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Ryan felt like soft feathers were tickling his heart. His eyes turned red, and his Adamâs apple rolled
uncontrollably. His big hand slowly landed on her back, stroking it up and down.
âThatâs great.â
âEh?â Carrieâs doe-like eyes widened slightly with a look of
astonishment.
âCarrie, youâre my girl. Do you understand what that means?â Ryanâs eyes darkened as he wrapped his
large palms around her and squeezed her waist.
He really liked touching the nape of her neck, her soft hair, her warm
body, and her delicate skin. For him, every inch was a temptation.
Carrie seemed to understand vaguely, but she shook her head.
âIt means that I donât care what others say. I just want to be with you.
I just want to be with you wholeheartedly.â
Carrieâs breath was stuck in her throat. She felt the scorching heat. from his overly passionate and
seductive eyes.
She also really liked being with Ryan, butâ¦.
Ryan gently pinched her cheeks when he saw that she was frozen stiff. He could not help but feel
puzzled. He asked, âCarrie, whatâs
wrong?â
âRyan, letâs go through the back door.â Carrieâs eyes were filled with anxious tears. Her tone was soft,
almost pleading. âIâm afraid⦠Iâm afraid they will laugh at you!â
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âCarrie?â Ryan was stunned, and his eyes widened in surprise.
âWe can stay in places where no one can see us. Letâs keep it a secret
and not let anyone find out. Please!â Carrie clasped her hands
together and kept rubbing them. âIâm not afraid of getting laughed at. But Iâm afraid that theyâll laugh at
you. Since I was young, people who were close to me have been mocked. I donât want them to mock
you!â
Ryanâs pupils trembled fiercely.
Staring at her pale little face, he felt his breath hitch. His heart.
seemed to be gripped by a tremendous force. An infinite sense of heartache and anguish pierced him.
He felt intense hatred for all those who once bullied her. He hated
himself even more for not being by her side and not being there to protect her earlier.
âAh! Let go⦠Let go.â
Carrieâs gaze suddenly swirled. In the next moment, he carrie in bridal style.
âNo.â Ryanâs eyes were filled with a sharp light. He strode out the door, holding Carrie in his arms.
He gritted his teeth and said, âI want to see who dares to laugh at m woman. Whoever dares to do so,
Iâll make sure they can only cry in their next life!â
It was rowdy outside the hotel. Many reporters were still lingering and did not leave.
They noticed Ryan walking out with a beautiful young lady in his arms.
Everyone was shocked and swarmed around them.
âWho is this girl with Mr. Hoffman? Is she a new girlfriend? I havenât
seen her before.â
âDamn⦠Youâre blind! Thatâs Ms. Carrie Salvador, the youngest
daughter of Chairman Gregory Salvador.â