From afar, Carl spotted Orlando carrying Emilia in his arms, heading towards the car.
He had no idea what had transpired, but he dutifully opened the door for them without hesitation.
'What on earth?' Carl couldn't recall ever seeing his boss lose composure like this for anyone. And yet, Emilia had somehow managed it.
'Perhaps it was time to treat her with a little more respect.'
The back seat of the car was spacious, spacious enough for Emilia to sit far away from Orlando.
She leaned against her side of the door, her eyes locked on him.
Orlando had reverted to his usual cold and distant demeanor as though nothing had happened moments ago.
His eyes were closed, his head resting against the seatback.
His perfectly shaped lips were pressed tightly, and the light from the streetlamps
