Lindsey raised an eyebrow, surprised by the strange expression on the man's face.

"It was a calm day."

"Should I assign you a car?" He didn't take his eyes off his prey.

"It's not necessary," she replied, heading towards the stairs.

"Don't be stubborn. You're my wife, and you can't take public transportation," he indicated behind her.

"If you're worried about what people will say about Mr. Pratt's wife, don't fret. It hasn't been made public who he is. They only know you're married," she affirm