In terms of power, wealth, or appearance, he couldn't compare to Matthew Saxon, but he knew that Scarlett Yates despised womanizers the most.
So, his only advantage was being reliable.
He carried large and small bags in front, while Scarlett Yates walked behind him with empty hands.
"Should I help you carry one of the bags?" Scarlett Yates looked down at her two empty hands, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Do I really need your help with such a small load?" Jimmy Scott easily lifted two heavy bags, dodging her outstretched hand, "If you truly feel bad, just give me face and eat more later."
As they were talking, the elevator reached the ninth floor.
Jimmy Scott carried the bags out and took a few steps before suddenly stopping.
"What's wrong?" Scarlett Yates caught up with him in a few steps, following his gaze forward.
She looked and was instantly startled.
Their apartment door, the security door, was actually open.
The keys were with them, and they had just returned.
