"Wyatt Perry, what are you doing?"
Claudia Ross was furious when her clothes were suddenly lifted by Wyatt Perry, thankfully, it was only her and him left in the dining hall. Otherwise, it would have been so embarrassing if others had seen.
Claudia Ross immediately slapped Wyatt Perry on the shoulder in response.
Despite being hit, Wyatt Perry didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed.
"Such strength, it seems you're really fine. Good."
"I'm fine now," Claudia Ross grumbled dissatisfiedly, "but I won't be if you keep upsetting me like this."
"Alright, I won't upset you anymore. I'll take you home."
Wyatt Perry held Claudia Ross's delicate hand tightly, gazing at her affectionately. The shadows in his eyes cleared, and all he saw was clear skies as far as the eye could see.
"The president will send a plane for me. I don't need you to take me back."
Claudia Ross loved to bicker with Wyatt Perry. If he said east, she would insist on west, just to not comply with his wishes.