My Stand-In Groom Is A Secret Tycoon (Audrey) novel Chapter 62

Alistair's muscles tensed up all over his body, his voice hoarse. "Okay."

Audrey readily wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him like a koala. Completely oblivious to any embarrassment or shyness, she didn't have the mind to dwell on how intimate and ambiguous their position was.

Alistair remained steady while carrying her up several flights of stairs.

"Are you... tired?" Hearing his slightly heavy breathing, Audrey, who had just regained her composure, gently asked.

"Not at all. You're very light," Alistair rumbled in response.

Audrey blushed slightly and gently pressed her face against his chest. She actually wanted Alistair to put her down. But fearing another encounter with rats, she could only muster the courage to say, "Thank you."

Listening to the soft, cooing voice of Audrey in his arms, Alistair felt his bitterness and resentment instantly vanish.

'Why be jealous? No matter what the guy's intentions toward Audrey were, Audrey's rejection was already quite clear. And the person who can make her let go of her stubbornness and rely on is only me at present. That's enough,' he murmured inwardly.

Until she stepped into the house, Audrey's legs were still weak. If it weren't for Alistair still holding her waist, she probably would have slumped down right there.

Alistair helped her sit on a small stool at the entrance. He took out slippers and then squatted down in front of her, reaching out to hold her slender ankle.

'Is he changing shoes for me?' Audrey wondered, her heart thumping.

The man with an air of pride knelt on one knee in front of her, his long fingers gripping the edge of her high heels and pulling them off. The scene was like a slow-motion scene from a movie.

A surge of warmth flowed through Audrey's heart, and she instinctively tried to pull her foot back.

But before she could move, Alistair firmly grasped her ankle, his deep, magnetic voice rich and alluring. "Don't move!"

'No one in the world could resist Alistair's gentleness.' Audrey's breath caught, and by the time she reacted, Alistair had already put soft rabbit slippers on her. And that pair of Christian Louboutin high heels was simply tossed into the trash can.

He stayed in a half-squatting position, looking at her and speaking softly. "Okay, you don't have to be afraid now."