"Andrew, put me down. I... I can walk by myself."
Carla pressed against his shoulder, her small face crumpled into a ball, full of resistance.
Andrew's arm tightened slightly, firmly imprisoning her in his arms. "Your foot injury isn't healed yet. If you want it to heal faster, don't move around."
He was very strong, his arms like iron clamps, his chest hard as a rock. Carla couldn't break free and could only let him carry her downstairs.
Andrew carried her to the dining table, which was already filled with breakfast as he had instructed beforehand. He picked up a piece of fried egg and placed it in Carla's bowl.
Neither of them spoke during the meal, not even the sound of chewing could be heard.
By the end of the meal, there was still a piece of fried egg left in Carla's bowl.
Sit
