"Who was it that said they didn't need help earlier?" Liam Yancey finally stopped, but still didn't turn around.
"Alright, alright, I apologize, come in with me…" Saying this, she'd already begun pulling at his arm, leading him toward the women's dressing room.
Liam Yancey let her lead him, a smirk growing deeper at the corners of his lips, which Tara Summer didn't notice in her haste. She didn't realize something was off until she'd dragged him into the dressing room.
"…" Tara Summer let go of his hand, her brows even more furrowed, "Liam Yancey, this horse riding outfit is so complicated. Did you intentionally have it designed this way?"
"If you think so, then it must be so." Liam Yancey was indifferent and started helping her with the outfit without any hesitation.
Tara Summer pursed her lips and didn't press him further. She even raised her arms, accepting his assistance like an empress being served.
