Just by looking at him, she felt breathless.
Her heart seemed to be scratched by a cat's claw...
Seeing her turn around and prepare to walk out of the Room, Harrison Yale's eyes narrowed, and he abruptly stood up from the sofa.
Stepping forward, he lifted her horizontally before she could open the room door.
"Ah—"
Emma Aiden was holding her breath, saying she wanted to walk out like that.
When she reached the door, she began to regret it.
Just as she was thinking about how not to be embarrassed, Harrison suddenly lifted her up, and she screamed in shock.
Before she regained her composure, Harrison had already placed her in front of the wardrobe.
With a dark face, he stretched out his hand, opened the wardrobe, and without saying a word, picked the thickest short jacket and draped it over her.
Emma wasn't short, she had a well-proportioned figure, but in front of Harrison, she seemed like a delicate bird.
