Every day when Sophie goes to the film set, Asher always sends a driver to take her, and even sends a few maids to be at her service. Sophie thinks he's making a big fuss; she's only two months and seven days pregnant. Is it really that precious?
"Asher, I'll drive myself today, no need for the driver or maids to follow."
"Alright."
Sophie didn't expect he would agree so quickly. She reached out to take the bag from the maid's hand and the keys from the driver's hand, then walked out.
She barely took two steps when a large hand suddenly grasped her wrist, taking her bag and keys.
"Asher, what are you doing? If we keep dawdling, I'll be late again."
"Yes, today the driver and maids won't follow you, I'm following you. I am your driver and maid." He curved his lips, his big hand holding onto her waist.
Sophie didn't move.
"Let's go, to the set, didn't you say you're going to be late?"
"You, you better not go, I'm afraid if people see us, they'll gossip again."
