Emily narrowed her eyes at him. It was true that, in his current state, he couldn't have possibly lifted her into bed. But still, she couldn’t believe she’d gotten there herself.
"Sorry. This won’t happen again," she said helplessly, getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom. Despite her confusion, she didn’t want to argue any further since she had no explanation.
As Emily walked into the bathroom, Nicholas’s lips curled into a proud smile. He was pleased with the small victory, even if she didn’t realize what had really happened.
After washing up, Emily walked out of the bedroom and saw Nicholas sitting in the living room, making a phone call. He was dressed in a gray sweater and black trousers, his usual coldness softened by the casual attire.