"No, not at all." Victor Chadwick tightly held Monica Baldwin's hand. They had been married for more than two years now, their connection had seeped into each other's marrow. Monica indeed felt nervous, but with Victor's reassurance, she quickly relaxed. What did it matter whether she won an award or not, provided that this man was by her side?
Soon, the black Rolls-Royce reached the venue of the Feitian Awards. At one end of the red carpet, Monica climbed the stairs arm in arm with Victor. Their appearance prompted the reporters to almost rush the fence, if only they had the courage to do so with Victor there.
"Monica Baldwin… Victor Chadwick…"
"Monica Baldwin… Monica, look this way."
"Daddy Victor, please hold our Monica steady and protect her."
Not far away, fans waving light sticks were shouting loudly at Victor and Monica. Monica couldn't help but smile at them, after which Victor half-embraced Monica. Their intimate appearance satisfied the fans.