"Would you like to take a bath before you go home?" Emma asked me courteously. I shook my head. "No thank you, I can do that when I get home," I said and tried to smile but failed horribly. My legs were so sore. They were throbbing so bad that even after the messieurs was done messaging them, there was no difference. I just wanted to go home and get some rest.
Emma wheeled me outside until Arnold aided me to the car. As I was seated securely at the back, I fastened my seatbelts—Shehzad's demand you see. After my accident, he was very hesitant to leave me alone but seeing as his responsibilities were increasing day by day at the company, he unwillingly allowed me to go for physiotherapy with Arnold and much to his chagrin, he demanded that I tightly fasten my seatbelts and come straight ho
