Lili knitted her eyebrows when he got out of the McLaren and crossed the front of the vehicle to her side to open her door.
She glanced up and asked in confusion, "Why are we getting down? We will be caught up in the rush hour if we don't leave now."
"Sweetheart, I told you. I'm not letting you go home tonight." he grabbed her hand, grinning as he pulled her out of the car.
"Where are we going?" she asked, having a hard time catching up with Bobby's long strides. He has much longer legs than she does. It irritates her that he doesn't seem to be listening.
He pressed the elevator to the 15th floor and hugged her tightly. He rested his head on her shoulder. It's a good thing there were no other people in the elevator, the elevator assistant must be on break - because Bobby was acting like a clingy child.
"Can you at least tell me where we are going?" she raised her arm to ruffle his hair and gave him a pat.
"Home."
