Richelle Dunn was not a delicate person. However, she usually slept soundly, and after the shock in the elevator, she was particularly exhausted, so she slept especially heavy.
She was still groggy when Roy Lewis carried her out of the car.
She rubbed her eyes and shook her head in his arms, slowly regaining consciousness.
When she realized she was in Roy Lewis's arms again, she was completely flustered.
Panic-stricken, she supported herself against Roy Lewis's chest and said, "Mr. Lewis, I ..."
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Mr. Chapman, the dean, looking over with an ambiguous smirk, and she let out an inward scream.
Damn it!
My reputation is ruined!
With this thought, her struggles intensified even more.
"Mr. Lewis, put me down. I'm okay, I can walk by myself!"
Her panicked appearance clearly showed she was afraid of getting entangled with him again.
Roy Lewis frowned, tightening his grip on her even more, and sternly rebuked her.
"Don't move!"
