Carefully, Max led his wife to the toilet. When he arrived at the door, the woman smiled at him.

　　“The only thing that hurt is my back, Max. I can walk alone,” Gabriella said casually.

　　"But you still have to be watched," the man implied with a wrinkled brow.

　　Patting her husband's hand, the woman pursed her lips. "I don't want to be a spoiled woman. So let me do it alone. If there's anything, I'll definitely call you."

　　"But—"

　　"I'm just peeing, Max," Gabriella said, raising an eyebrow.

　　After taking a deep breath, the man finally let go of his wife's hand. "Don't lock the door."

　　The woman chuckled...