"Are you hungry? Tired? We'll stay at the Hotel for one night, and then we'll go see Mr. and Mrs. Herd tomorrow."
"Not tired, not hungry, don't worry about me, give me some of the luggage."
Nolan Morrison squeezed her palm, "I'm your husband. You just focus on protecting me usually. I'll handle these things."
He held Matilda Jenkins's hand, not shy at all about displaying affection, even when he noticed someone secretly taking their photo, he didn't mind. After all, he had been a celebrity before, acted in movies, and even won an award. Moreover, the spy drama he starred in was about to air, so naturally, there would be attention on him.
However, he wouldn't change his life just because of others' attention.
The passerby who took their photo quickly uploaded it online.
Nolan Morrison's fans were thrilled; the Sleeping God, after disappearing for several months, finally appeared. Although it was to flash some public display of affection, it's better to have it than not.
