Shirley wanted Mr. Quintin to leave her alone. She only had a cold and was not paralyzed. There was no need for him to personally carry her into the room.
Besides, how could Mr. Quintin enter Shirley's room casually?
But now, Shirley was seriously sick. She did not have much strength to argue with Mr. Quintin. She just wanted to lie down and sleep. She raised her hand and pointed to the stairs. "The first room on the second floor."
Then, Mr. Quintin carried Shirley to the room on the second floor.
Shirley's room was quite different from her personality. There was pink, Tiffany blue, dolls, figurines, and so on. There was also gauze around the bed, making the room look beautiful and dreamlike.
"You are irritable, but your room is like a little girl's."
Mr. Quintin put Shirley on the bed and began to swagger around her room.