Meeting his astonished gaze, she bit her lips and walked up to him.
"I'm feeling a bit unwell; you're running too slowly with me. Maybe you should go ahead by yourself."
"..." Charles White's brow furrowed as a few chaotic pictures flashed through his mind inexplicably.
It seemed like a very long time ago, someone else had stood in front of him, told him they couldn't run anymore, and asked him to go ahead...
Charles was only bewildered for a second before he sharply came back to his senses, turned around, and squatted down.
"Get on, I'll carry you," his magnetic voice said, tinged with a hint of huskiness, becoming exceptionally sexy.
However, the words that fell were permeated with determination.
As Zoe Yale stared at his sturdy figure, she was momentarily stunned before obediently climbing onto his back.
Without another word, Charles lifted her onto his shoulders and quickly headed towards the fence around the Golf Course.
