With that, Robert led the way with his skateboard.
The teacher stepped out of the pavilion, limping.
"You are a cripple?" The bodyguard was a straightforward man and questioned curiously.
The teacher had never seen anyone so insensitive and was utterly shocked. However, since he was the bodyguard of the Foster family, she dared not lose her temper.
"I just twisted my ankle. I'm not a cripple."
"How professional. You are still working even though you twisted your ankle," the bodyguard exclaimed.
She was not sure if she wanted to burst out crying or laughing. "You've misunderstood. I twisted my ankle on my way here this morning.”
"Oh..." Once he had learned what had happened, he grabbed the teacher's arm and threw it across his shoulder so that her weight was mostly on him.
She panicked and gaped. Her jaw dropped, but no words came out. Walking felt slightly uncomfortable after she had twisted her ankle, but she had expected the bodyguard would at least ask before actually touching her.
"Doesn't he know that a gentleman shouldn't touch a lady?" she thought.
"Why are you staring at me like that? I thought you were a teacher. Don't you have any manners?" He glared at her. "The last person who stared at me like that ended up a cripple."
Her blood ran cold and she shivered as she turned away. "I- I can walk on my own... You don't need to help me..." She could not stand the rough, brooding presence of the bodyguard.
Seeing that she did not appreciate his kindness, he released her immediately.
Robert took off on his skateboard and turned his head around to look at them in the distance. "Hurry up! Why are you so slow?" He pouted and urged as he desperately wanted to go ahead and check if his sister was awake.
The bodyguard heard him and, without a moment of hesitation, lifted the teacher up and marched forward.
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