"Boss, we're home," Roger said as he lightly nudged Lucius's shoulder.
Lucius stirred from the brief sleep, opening his eyes groggily. He fumbled with the seatbelt before Roger leaned over to help him. Together, they stepped out of the car, Lucius swaying slightly as he straightened up.
"I can walk," Lucius muttered, brushing Roger's hand off as he began to ascend the stairs.
When they entered the house, Lucius's gaze immediately landed on Layla. A rare smile curved his lips as his eyes softened.
Yanking Roger's supportive hand away, Lucius's voice boomed through the living room, loud and carefree, "Layla!"
Like an overgrown child, he stumbled toward her with a cheerful grin, his arms outstretched.
"Boss, be careful!" Roger called out, hurrying behind him in case Lucius lost his balance.
