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Sylvester didn’t let Emily walk. No matter her protest of being fine, he carried her bridal style till they hailed a taxi. The taxi went to Gerla’s house, because he didn’t want to leave her alone again.
“Sylvester, I think we should go home,” she said as they opened the door to Geral’s apartment. It was a spacious penthouse suite in the outskirts of the city, some ten stories up, and Emily felt uncomfortable being a bother, but Sly declined.
Throughout out her stay, Geral was nothing but a young sweetheart.
He had golden retriever energy, always eager to serve her and Sly, and Emily didn’t know why they revered him so much. He was just a poor guy who married her as a ticket to help fund his rehabilitation.
So what, if he taught kung-fu? This guy had a penthouse. A
