Feeling her hand slip away from his, for an instant, Fenton Stuart's hand remained stiff in midair, as if something was slipping through his fingers.
Stepping out of the Medical Room, dazzled by the scorching sun, Belinda Howard felt even more lightheaded, her head heavier than before.
She stopped, feeling shaky and unsteady.
Behind her, a strong hand reached out and wrapped around her slender waist without hesitation.
"You shouldn't force yourself if you can't walk." Fenton Stuart said calmly, and before Belinda Howard could react, he gently lifted her onto his shoulders with a slight turn of his body.
For a moment, Belinda Howard was stunned by his gesture.
This was probably the first moment of such close intimacy between them since she became sensible.
"Brother Luke, I can walk on my own." Being carried like this made Belinda Howard feel somewhat awkward.
However, she quite liked the smell of him.
