Chapter 203

"It's not heavy." Prescott looked down at her, their eyes locking. His gaze was filled with nothing but tenderness and affection. "You're in heels, standing like that must suck. Just be good and let me carry you. You're light as a feather to me. And hey, don't sell your man short. I'm not some wimp who can't lift anything-I can carry you all day, no problem." And he wasn't exaggerating. For Prescott, carrying Camila was effortless. She had a petite frame, slim and delicate-she weighed next to nothing. Besides, Prescott noticed everything. Even if Camila didn't say anything, he had already seen the blisters forming on her heels from those heels. Camila meant the world to him. He couldn't stand to see her hurt, not even a scratch. Camila's eyes welled up almost instantly. Prescott took such good care of her, even when everything around them was falling apart. She was so lucky, so blessed. Tears started rolling down her cheeks before she could stop them. "Why are you crying? You don't lik