Chapter 1155: Chapter 1155: Struck Dumb? Chapter 1155: Chapter 1155: Struck Dumb? As if wanting to end the faint restlessness in his chest, Lewis Harrison suddenly stretched out his arm and scooped up the person passing by his side, then asked with a stern face, “Where do you want to go?”
Camila Walker was still sowhat trapped in shock; she had never imagined this man would suddenly pick her up!
She looked at the man before her with a bit of shock, and from his handso face, all she could see was his annoyance.
She really couldn’t understand him. This man obviously acted as if he was disgusted by her, yet why did he pick her up? He couldn’t be planning to do what he did just now, picking her up and then deliberately letting go, could he?
Camila Walker looked at the man before her sowhat blankly for a mont, forgetting to answer Lewis Harrison’s question.
Impatiently, Lewis Harrison lowered his head, his face extrely displeased, “Have you beco mute?”
It was then that Camila Walker snapped back to reality and responded, “Uh, there’s a Relaxation Room inside, I, I want to rest there for a little while.”
With the way she was now, she didn’t need to attend the dance for a little while.
But what about this man? Was he genuinely intending to take her to the Relaxation Room?
Camila Walker was sowhat doubtful; after all, she was well aware that she hadn’t left a good impression on this man, but instead seed to annoy him.
Having received her answer, Lewis Harrison carried her and turned to walk towards the Banquet Hall.
“Wait a mont!” Just as he was about to enter the Grand Hall with her in his arms, Camila Walker suddenly spoke up.
Lewis Harrison stopped in his tracks, frowning at her sudden cry, and looked down at her with so displeasure.
He was indeed behaving unusually today. Despite being filled with loathing for this woman, when he saw her struggling to walk, an odd emotion stirred within him, one he couldn’t quite make sense of himself.
All he knew was that when he saw her acting strong, his mood beca inexplicably irritable.
Seeing the man’s face suddenly darken, Camila Walker paused for a mont.
Then she pointed towards a direction and hesitated, “There’s a side door over there; let’s go in through that.”
She had co out through that door just a short while ago; with so many people in the Banquet Hall right now, she really didn’t want to be seen being carried by a man this way.
Upon hearing this, Lewis Harrison looked in the direction she was pointing, and indeed saw a door.
Camila Walker let him carry her, though it was sowhat uncomfortable, but at this mont, she had no other choice because her ankle was in too much pain.
Even without walking now, she could still clearly feel the pain.
If it weren’t for her inconvenient foot right now, she wouldn’t have wanted to be carried by him all this way; she could feel that this Lewis Harrison seed to have an aversion to her.
However…
Pressing against the man’s chest, she recognized that familiar scent that hadn’t changed, the one that belonged to Clayton Howard…
The two of them arrived at the Relaxation Room, where Lewis Harrison placed her inside the sofa, gave her a brief glance, and then turned to leave.
Leaving the Relaxation Room, he furrowed his brows in confusion. What was wrong with him today? Why did he feel a hint of pity for that woman?
Clearly, he really detested such flirtatious won.
Staring at the closed Room door, Camila Walker only then took off her high heels and examined her twisted ankle, which by now had swelled up visibly.
She didn’t know if there was a dicine Box or sothing similar in this Relaxation Room.
She raised her head, looking around, and her line of sight landed on the Drawer on top of the cabinet.
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