Marilyn chuckled, "If you don't mention it, I almost forget about it. If you mind it, I'll call you Mr. Lowe from now on."
It was her habit. If she was familiar with a person, she would call him by his name.
With that, she would feel more comfortable.
When she was working, she could be serious. But after work, she could be happy and even crazy.
"Lynn, I don't mind. I don't mind at all. You can even call me Malcolm at work. Do you want to give it a try?" Malcolm lured her.
When Carolyn was young, she always followed behind him and kept calling him. Every time Malcolm thought about it, his heart rippled with tenderness.
Marilyn rolled her eyes at him.
She felt that Malcolm stayed there, just to disgust her.
She thought of something and put on a sly smile. "Malcolm, don't disgust me. When Velma calls you Malcolm, even I, as a woman, feel her voice was so sweet. When men hear that, their souls should be captured."
Malcolm couldn't help but lift his finger and tap Marilyn's forehead lovingly. His fingers were good-looking. They were slightly transparent under the light. Their lines were smooth as if there were no joints.
"You deliberately bringing her up to disgust me?" Malcolm looked at Marilyn unhappily.
Marilyn was excellent in every aspect. But she was not sensitive enough in terms of love.
Marilyn touched her forehead where he had knocked and looked at him with a little complaint.
In fact, she had a very strange feeling in her heart. She and Malcolm had not seen each other often.
However, she always had a strange sense of familiarity with him. For example, at this time, she was unconsciously acting closer to him. She seemed to have known him for many years and she felt relaxed in front of him.
In the beginning, she had to be wary of him. But later, she felt at ease when she got along with him.
"Why did you hit me?"
Marilyn took a look at the elevator and frowned.
"You deserve a beating," Malcolm said in a doting tone.
Marilyn rolled her eyes at him.
She glanced at the elevator and was puzzled.
"Malcolm, is the elevator broken? Why is it still on the first floor?" Marilyn said, pressing the upward button with her slender finger.
The elevator did not lift up.
They had been chatting just now, and Marilyn had forgotten to take a look at it.
Malcolm went over to take a look. As expected, it was still on the first floor.
He smiled and was complacent in his mind, "Lynn, you will never be able to defeat me."
He frowned and said, "Lynn, it seems that it is really broken."
"Then aren't we going to go from the twentieth floor to the first floor on foot?" Marilyn looked at him with a stunned expression.
"Lynn, I'll accompany you. Let's go!" Malcolm was calm, with a smile in his black eyes.
Marilyn glanced at the door of the fire escape and was dumbfounded.
But she still followed Malcolm and walked over.
They walked to the stairs one after the other.
After closing the door of the fire escape, Malcolm turned back to look at the elevator. He smiled slyly again.
Looking at Marilyn's slender figure, he smiled helplessly. In order to stay longer with her, he used all kinds of methods.
The elevator was locked by him, and it would not come up even if he waited another hour.
Lynn was back. Malcolm had to use the strongest willpower to suppress the desire in his heart.
When he saw his two sons, he wished he could reveal his identity, explain the whole story of that year, and bring them back. Then they could be a happy family and live a happy life together.
However, now was not the time. For the sake of their safety, Malcolm did not dare to be careless at all.
He had lost Lynn for more than ten years, and now that she was back, all he had to do was to protect her well.
He would not allow his mother's incident to be repeated. Back then, he was too young and powerless. But now, no one could even think of touching Marilyn and her children.
He had been waiting for a long time. Every time he saw Marilyn, he would have an impulse to tell her the truth.
As Malcolm was lost in his thoughts, Marilyn suddenly twisted her foot and fell to the side.
She was wearing high heels and her toes were painful when she went downstairs. If she was not careful, she would sprain her ankle.
Marilyn screamed and quickly grabbed the railing.
"Lynn, have you sprained your ankle?" Malcolm quickly ran forward and squatted down to check her foot.
Marilyn lowered her head and tried to move her feet. It was slightly painful, but there was no big problem.
Malcolm took off her shoes and checked her foot.
Marilyn looked at his movements and his serious expression with a slight frown.
"Malcolm, do you usually flirt with young girls like this?"
"What?" Malcolm looked at her in confusion. He was thinking about something just now and did not listen to her carefully.
Marilyn noticed the sincerity in his eyes and suddenly realized that she had done the wrong thing. She smiled and said, "It should be fine. I just slipped. I didn't sprain my ankle."
"That's good. Be careful when you walk." Malcolm took the shoe from the side and helped her put it on. Marilyn's feet were small, fair, and exquisite. And the high-heeled shoes made them look more delicate.
He stood up to support her and said, "Lynn, try walking a few steps. If it hurts, don't use too much strength."
"OK." Marilyn tried taking two steps and it didn't hurt.
She looked at Malcolm and smiled. "It's fine. Let's go!"
Malcolm let out a sigh of relief. At the same time, he also felt guilty in his heart. If it wasn't because he wanted to get along with her, Marilyn wouldn't have almost sprained her ankle.
Looking at her high heels, he smiled.
He said, "Lynn, I'll carry you!"
"What?" Marilyn was stunned for a while.
When she came back to her senses, she shook her head. "No, I can walk on my own."
She was about to leave.
But Malcolm did not allow her to refuse.
He pulled one of her hands and carried her on his back.
Only then did he realize that she was very thin. It was not difficult for him to carry her on his back.
"Malcolm! What are you doing?" Marilyn struggled in surprise.
Malcolm smiled and said, "Lynn, if you don't want both of us to be crippled, be obedient."
Seeing that he was staggering, Marilyn no longer dared to struggle.
Malcolm saw that she was obedient and smiled.
But Marilyn glared at him and said unhappily, "Malcolm, you are really different from the rumors. The rumors say that you are cold, ruthless, and never get close to women, but aren't you carrying me now? I am curious."
Malcolm said in a clear voice, "Lynn, I've already said that the rumors cannot be trusted."
"That's true." Marilyn nodded in agreement.