Xyla Quest turned to face the three of them and smiled. “Well, I’m not disabled.”

“Why do you need someone to carry you if you’re not disabled?” One of them asked.

“Because I love to do so.” Stanley Batton answered.

His statement had ended the conversation between Xyla and the girl. Everyone in the elevator cringed at his words.

The girls were screaming in excitement internally.

Xyla’s heart began to race involuntarily, too.

She knew that the words just flowed out of his mouth without