Roy Lewis, in the end, couldn't help but worry, so he sat on Richelle Dunn's bed with his iPad.
He dealt with his affairs while keeping an eye on Richelle.
Once Richelle finished her data work, she compressed it and sent it to her master.
"Done!"
Roy immediately tossed his iPad onto the bed. Checking that the email had been sent, he bent over and picked Richelle up.
"Let's go back to sleep!"
Richelle, caught off guard by being picked up, quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Hey, your leg..."
Roy seldom used a wheelchair now and had even started trying to walk without a cane.
But still, that was walking without any load.
Even if Richelle was rather thin, she weighed almost 100 pounds. For him to pick her up like this was a disaster for his not yet fully recovered leg.
However, Roy was rarely stubborn, "I'm fine already. Haven't I been walking just fine during the day?"
Richelle was both angry and anxious, her hand striking the back of his head.
