Yala’s POV
As soon as the car stopped in front of the art gallery, I got out of the vehicle to help my driver take the artwork out of the trunk. Some paintings were large and others small, and I knew it would be difficult for him to carry them alone.
"Miss Smith, I can carry them myself, you don't need to help me," Alexander said, stopping me from carrying any painting.
I shook my head.
"There are several paintings, Alexander. I can't let you handle them alone, and you know I like to help, so don't even try to refuse my assistance," I said, determined.
He sighed, knowing that arguing with me would be useless at the moment.
"Alright, I know it's of no use trying to stop you. You can take the smaller paintings, and I'll take the bigger ones, okay?" he asked.
A huge smile took ov
