Zayla thought, 'No! No need!
I am not worth it! I am unworthy of letting you lift the floor lamp!
Hurry up and leave!'
"Why bother helping her with the lamp? She's already tired enough. What kind of thing is she?"
The two maids said as they exited the room.
The door was closed once again.
Zayla listened to their footsteps, and after making sure that both of them had sat down, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Lincoln Nash!" She lifted the quilt and called him by his full name angrily.
"Huh?" His arms were still around her, and Lincoln didn't intend to let go.
"You... you just..."
"I just hold my girlfriend."
Lincoln looked at her leisurely, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
He especially emphasized the words "my girlfriend."
Zayla was indignant. "You could have held me anytime, but you chose to do it in that critical moment... What if we were caught?"