Carlos's POV
I was in the middle of my weightlifting routine when noise from downstairs caught my attention. My brow furrowed as I cut my workout short, suspecting a possible break-in.
Only three individuals possessed keys to this place: the cleaning crew, myself, and Grace.
I'd given Grace access because I'd repeatedly explained this apartment belonged to both of us, yet she stubbornly refused to move in, leaving me frustrated.
Since today wasn't a scheduled cleaning day, perhaps it could be...
"Could it be Grace?" I muttered, dabbing sweat from my face with a towel before opening the door. I doubted Grace would suddenly reverse her decision, given her notorious stubbornness.
But when I spotted my beloved woman struggling with an enormous suitcase, my eyes lit up, and I sprinted to take the luggage from her.
"Let me handle that, it's way too heavy for you!" I declared, yanking the suitcase away.
