"I don't need you to take me there. It wouldn't look good if someone saw us," I replied.
Luxor's house was quite far from where I worked. When I first moved in, I used to ask him to drive me in the morning.
He said that he was a celebrity and it was inconvenient. He would call a taxi for me.
After demanding for a few times, he often couldn't get up, so I stopped forcing him.
I know that's all an excuse. I've seen him drive a cayenne and hang his exclusive license plate to see Sherry off fair and square many times.
"It's okay. If someone sees, I'll make an official announcement."
I packed up the documents and held my bag in one hand and the cane in the other.
"Don't bother. I've already arranged for a ride with an Uber driver. I'll go down by myself."
He remained silent and took the bag from my hand.
"I'll send you down."
I wanted to refuse, but seeing his gloomy face, I fell silent.
It wasn't worth arguing over such trivial matters when we were about to part ways.
It was not worth it.
The driver, seeing my limp and cane, kindly got out of the car to open the door for me.
"Is this your boyfriend? He's so considerate."
I smiled.
"He's just a warm-hearted roommate."