Dax didn't bother coaxing Tia. He bent and went inside the car. Tia gasped in shock, staring at Dax forgetting her panic.
Dax easily unbuckled the seat belt she was clutching for her dear life. Encircling his arm around her waist, he smoothly pulled her out, carefully protecting her head from bumping into the door frame of the car.
Tia was frozen staring at Dax when the cameras continued to flicker at them. The reporters hadn't expected Dax to enter the venue with his girlfriend. They were clicking pictures trying to guess who she could be.
A man who was standing aside to help the guests pulled the hem of the long skirt out of the car and arranged it on the ground before standing away.
Meanwhile, "Would you like to be carried inside?" Dax questioned when Tia didn't leave her weight on her foot. If he unwraps his hand, he was sure she will wobble to the ground.
