Keira Olsen followed Lewis Horton into the back entrance of the banquet hall, and just as she was about to head toward the front hall, suddenly a servant rushed over from the side.
She was carrying several glasses of red wine, so she didn't see the path clearly, and it looked like she was going to bump into Keira Olsen.
Keira Olsen subconsciously stretched out her arm to block, but the next moment someone yanked her fiercely by the waist, and Lewis Horton stood protectively in front of her.
"Crash!"
The wine glasses hit his back, spilling onto the floor.
The red wine stained his white shirt.
"Mr. Horton, Miss Olsen, I'm so sorry, so sorry..." The servant hurriedly and carefully apologized, completely flustered.
Keira Olsen, however, was looking at the tall man in front of her.
In the past, when she encountered problems, she always braced herself, but just now, she felt what it was like to be protected.
