Caleb Sterling didn't care there were so many people present. He lazily took off his coat and draped it over her, wrapping her from hips to legs, then lifted her up horizontally.
"I don't mind taking you away!" he threw the words over his shoulder and walked rapidly towards her room with her.
Tonight, there were at least fifty or sixty guests, plus dozens of servants on site.
In such a crowded scene, Caleb's actions made Cici extremely embarrassed.
"Caleb Sterling, put me down!" Ignoring the distinction between master and servant, Cici swung her fist and hit him.
She hit him quite forcefully; Caleb seemed unaccustomed to such treatment from a woman, and frowned slightly.
He turned his head, and his gaze swept over her coldly.
"Put me down!" Cici demanded again.
Caleb's lips curled into a frosty arc, his words dripping with sarcasm, "What? Is this how you talk to your master?"
His tone was very cold and arrogant, causing Cici's expression to freeze.
