Chapter 600

The women who knew Ian's identity envied Willow, wishing they could switch places with her and be the one on his back instead. They would be satisfied even with just a slight brush of his pinky finger. "Mr. Nightingale, you really should stop carrying me. Please put me down!" Willow was embarrassed that everyone was looking at them softly and pleaded, "I'm too heavy, and it wouldn't be good if I wore you out." A low, sweet chuckle escaped from Ian. "Willow, you're overthinking this. With your weight, there's no way you could exhaust me." "But Mr. Nightingale—" "Willow, don't you want Aaron to win the championship?" His words interrupted whatever she was going to say. She did want Aaron to win, not for fame or anything, but to prove that he was equal to others. The rules of this race stated that the first family of three to cross the finish line together would win. There was no rule prohibiting carrying someone to finish the race. Hence, they didn't violate any rules. "I want