Your house?" Why was he so bent on protecting her in the weirdest way? And of all places, why his house?
A smirk curled at the end of his lips. "Yes. It is more safer there," he remarked, standing like he won a huge deal.
She guffawed. "I don't care if it is guarded with iron doors. I'm not coming to your house."
"Sad," he muttered, dangerously calm. "You can't refuse the offer." sitting at the edge of the bed.
Sylvia hastily moved away from him and ignored the questioning gaze that rose on his face. "What do you mean I can't refuse the offer?"
"Your things has been moved already–"
Her eyes grew in size, shock written on her face. "You–you are kidnapping again, Leonardo."
"And you are proving stubborn, Sylvia," He said as he got to his feet, and pulled out the wheelchair that was resting on the wall. "Come on, it is time to take you home."
