Amelie reached for the backseat door to grab the shopping bags, but Gabriel gently caught her hand before she could.
"I'll carry them inside," he said firmly.
"They're not even heavy," Amelie replied with a soft frown.
"Still, I'm not letting you carry them," he countered, closing the door. "Come on, let's go in."
They walked together into the house and paused in the living room.
Just as Amelie was about to speak, Gabriel turned toward her. "I need to head out for a bit," he said.
"Where are you going?" she asked, brows knitting in concern as she studied his face.
"Just some work," Gabriel replied vaguely, glancing at his watch.
Before Amelie could question further, Albus appeared with a respectful bow. "My Lord, My Lady."
"Have one of the servants take these bags upstairs," Gabriel instructed.
Albus nodded. "Of course."
"You should head to bed now," Gabriel said to Amelie, his tone softening as he looked at her.
