Amaro and Kashmir headed to the airport. As the car halted near their private jet, the chauffeur opened the door. Amaro got out first and he held Kashmir's hand to help her get out of the car. As they were walking towards the plane, Amaro carried Kashmir in his arms.
"Amaro, I am not lame, that you should be carrying me in your arms." Kashmir's face and neck were already red as she could see the stare of the two flight attendants.
She can't get used to it being treated like a porcelain doll that could be easily broken.
Above all, what would people think about her? They might think that she was acting like this to show to the world that she's a pampered wife of a handsome prince.
Amaro stopped in front of the pilots and flight attendant and spoke loud enough for them to hear what he was saying to Kashmir.
"I know you are perfectly healthy and can walk without difficulty, nevertheless, I just want to pamper my wife. I want to show you in every way that I love you. And I don't care
