The livestream with Lorraine Hughes and Thomas Lucas paused.
Nathan Bolton carried Lorraine Hughes all the way back.
Lorraine Hughes struggled a couple of times, unsuccessfully.
"Don't move." Nathan Bolton ordered her to stop.
As he held her, the warmth in his embrace was uncontrollable.
Her wriggling reminded him exactly of that night when her little hands mischievously acted up.
Deliberate, provoking.
"I can walk by myself."
"You can't." Nathan Bolton held her tightly, giving her no chance to get down.
"You're the patient." Lorraine Hughes's ears turned red. Being held like this was bumpy, and their clothes inevitably rubbed against each other, making it quite embarrassing.
"Repaying you." Nathan Bolton's voice softened a bit uncontrollably. Indeed, she still cared about him, always thinking about his health!
Lorraine Hughes: ...No need
