Second Marriage to Mr. Rich

"I drank, but not a lot. The wind made the alcohol go to my head." Angeline smiled. She bent over and said to Sean, "Now that you've ensured I reached home safely, you may go home and rest now, Mr. Lawson."

As Angeline turned around to leave, she couldn't move her leg. She looked down and saw her heel stuck in the drain cover.

Sean looked down and exited the car from the other side. Angeline took off her heels with one hand against the car and bent over to grab the heels. Below her fair ankle, a wound caused by her heels chafing was visible.

Just when Angeline had removed the heel from the drain cover, Sean carried Angeline in his arms.

Angeline gasped in surprise while wrapping her arms around Sean's neck. "M-Mr. Lawson, what are you doing?"

"You've hurt your feet. I'll carry you to your house." Sean ascended the stairs with Angeline in his arms. "Is there a first aid kit in your house? I can send Taylor to get one if there isn't."

"Yes, there is," Angeline replied and quickly continued, "Umm, it's okay, Mr. Lawson. We're already at the elevator. I can walk by myself."

Taylor held the elevator open for them and pressed the floor button. He then stayed and waited for them downstairs.

Angeline's heart thumped as she was in Sean's embrace inside the elevator. She felt like she had sobered up and dared not look at Sean's chiseled side profile. Angeline was at a loss.

The elevator mirror reflected Sean and Angeline. He wore formal clothing, with a shirt, vest, a well-fitted suit, and straight trousers, perfectly accentuating his tall and slender figure. Sean looked meticulous. Even when carrying Angeline, he showed no sign of exhaustion.

As Angeline observed Sean through the reflection, her eyes met with Sean's deep-set eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

Angeline blushed and clenched her heels. She finally realized why the celebrities and aristocrats had said that Sean fulfilled the criteria of an ideal partner.

Not only was it because of his attractive appearance and wealthy background, but also the strong sense of security he gave due to his maturity, brought about by years of honing and tempering.

Just then, the elevator arrived.

As the elevator door opened, Angeline said, "We're at the door already. You can put me down now!"

Sean walked toward the door with Angeline still in his arms and asked, "What's the password?"

"The kids' birthday," Angeline answered.

After putting in the password, Sean entered the house, closed the door with his foot, and put Angeline on

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wristwatch. "Where's the first aid kit?"

"It's in the TV cabinet," Angeline replied. Her face blushed even redder.

Sean took out the first aid kit and sat on the coffee table opposite Angeline. He placed her feet on his thigh, but Angeline quickly retracted it can do this myself!" Content

Sean looked at Angeline while opening a pack of cotton swabs. He dipped the swab in iodine solution before grabbing her feet back to his leg and lightly dabbed the wound.

With one foot in Sean's warm hand, Angeline felt embarrassed and grabbed the armrest. Even her neck was flushing in bright red.

"Do you know Mr. Reilly of Vitality Biotech Group?" Sean asked while tearing open a bandage and sticking it onto the wound. "I heard him calling you boss."

"Yeah. We met each other during a competition abroad," Angeline replied, lowering her eyes. "He helped me a lot when I was abroad."