Feeling the soft, fragrant beauty in his arms, Tetsuhiro reluctantly bent down, scooped Naoko up, and strode back into the hall.
Kyoko Tachibana trailed behind them, a look of contempt in her eyes.
The two women's eyes met, exchanging several messages in an instant.
"Hmph!" Kyoko followed behind, feeling conflicted and awkward.
"Ah!" Naoko had not expected him to suddenly sweep her into a princess carry.
Her cheeks flushed, and she instinctively buried her head in his broad chest.
Ah... those iron-hard pecs, that broad, sturdy chest. So manly.
Maybe he's different from all those scumbags I've toyed with before.
Just as Naoko's imagination began to run wild, she suddenly felt herself drop. By the time she came to her senses, she was already sitting on a cold chair.
"Lean back and rest here. Your bodyguards will handle anything that comes up."
"Huh?" Disappointment welled up inside her, leaving her heart feeling strangely empty.
Wait, this isn't how it's supposed to go.
Her little hand hurriedly caught his trouser leg. "Uncle, my head really hurts," Naoko said anxiously. "Could you stay with me for a bit? I don't know why, but I feel so safe in your arms."
"Well..."
With the girl pleading like that, pushing her away would seem rather heartless.
Tetsuhiro glanced at Kyoko Tachibana at the back of the hall, lost and overwhelmed...
In the end, Naoko broke the stalemate.
Seeing that he still had not responded, but had not refused either, she rolled her eyes thoughtfully, then wrapped her arms around his thigh and began wheedling.
"Please, Uncle..."
"I'm really scared. Scared my father will go to prison over this. Scared he won't come back."
Tetsuhiro looked embarrassed. "Don't do that. It wouldn't look good if your dad saw you."
"No, I just like being close