Mr Han's P.O.V

Paying the driver I walk to the opposite side of the car, opening the door, I wear her handbag and pick her up in bridal style. Seriously how can some one fall asleep not knowing that someone is carrying them. Closing the door with my leg I walk forward with her in my arms.

Stepping in the elevator I stand beside the lady who lives in the floor below us. She looks at me and passes a smile awkwardly and I smile back.

"She's asleep?,” she asks her gaze fixed to the door of the elevator.

"Yes,” I reply dryly.

"Ohhh,” I notice her peeping in the...