The tatami was spacious and the lighting in the room was perfect.

Nicole pushed Eric’s wheelchair over as she thought to herself, ‘He really has so many problems!’

“What else do you need?”

Eric said, “I don’t wanna sit here. I wanna sit over there. It’s more comfortable there.”

He did not want to be in a wheelchair.

Nicole paused and frowned, then told him frankly, “I can’t lift you.”

Not unless he wanted to be disabled for life!

Nicole thought that Eric was deliberately being nitpicky.

Eric helplessly propped himself up on the wheelchair and made a gesture to stand up. All his strength was concentrated on his left leg.

He wanted to move over a little, but a small action like this caused sweat to seep from his forehead.

Nicole frowned tightly. Her reflexes were faster than her thoughts as she lunged forward to support the man who was about to fall.

All of his weight was pressed on her. Her thin waist tightened as her breathing grew heavy.

When she looked to the side, she sa