"You want to walk slowly? And then limp into your room?" Wilson grunted, silencing her.

Feeling embarrassed, Clara chewed on her bottom lip, her cheeks red.

Wilson probably carried her only because he was annoyed by her walking speed. Or maybe he was sympathetic. It had been very long since she had felt such a sense of security while being so close to him and in his arms.

Wilson carried Clara into the house and carefully placed Clara on the sofa in the living room. He ordered the maid, "Go an