When the number of people around them finally lessened, Emily Parker, feeling a pang of guilt, gently tugged Carlos' sleeve,
"Sorry about earlier, I let..."
She stopped in her tracks, looking up with a hint of apology in her eyes.
The inauguration of the new officer was such an important occasion, with countless eyes fixed on them.
As representatives of the Carter Clan Group, every move they made, every word they spoke, represented the family's image.
Emily understood that her earlier action was somewhat impulsive, but she had held it in for too long, and the anger deep within her finally erupted.
Her slightly stubborn demeanor fell into Carlos' eyes, and his gaze softened with a hint of indulgence. He gently grasped Emily's hand, his tone light yet somewhat teasing,
"I forgot to ask you earlier.
Did your hand hurt?
Let me handle such 'rough work' next time."
