Thinking about how Easton Holmes had carried other women before, Lily Turner couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy. Even though she knew it happened before they were together, she still couldn't help feeling upset.
"Didn't you want me to carry you home? We're not at our place yet." The woman on his back was clamoring to get down and walk herself, and Easton knew exactly why. Realizing that his wife was causing a fuss on his back because of her jealousy, a charming smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
Lily was busy sulking, and now that she was on Easton's back, she couldn't see his reaction at all, constantly demanding to get down and walk herself. "I've changed my mind; I suddenly want to walk home myself."
This time, she wasn't just talking but took action. She patted his shoulders with both hands, trying to get him to put her down.
"But I want to carry you home." The more the woman on his back fussed, the happier Easton felt, and the smile on his lips grew larger.
