After chatting with William for a while in the VIP room, Flint and Ellen decided to go home. As William walked out of the room, Flint realized his lover was actually walking with a limp. He paused for a moment and then gripped his lover's hand tightly.
"Are you okay?" he asked, a little panicked.
Ellen nodded.
Meanwhile, William smiled faintly, looking at the couple who were still openly acting affectionate in front of him. "I'll lend you this room."
"No need, Mr. William!" Ellen quickly refused.
"It's okay. Sometimes young people like you just need some privacy."
"But-"
Before she could finish her sentence, William had already slammed the door shut. Ellen looked down at her lover, who still looked unashamed. She gently pinched his muscular arm.
"Why are you suddenly acting so exaggerated in front of Mr. William?"
Flint remained silent. He crouched in front of his wife, feeling her slightly chafed ankle. "I've noticed it since you came to the gala."
"I don't feel hurt."
