Charlotte Allison's fingers moved downward, lifting his chin, gazing at his familiar, clean and docile face, so different from the person she saw at the banquet earlier.
In front of her and in front of others, Lucas Quinn had always been different.
Realizing this, Charlotte Allison recalled a promise she made to him a long time ago, that even if she discovered one day that he was hiding something from her, she wouldn't be angry.
She pursed her lips and was about to withdraw her hand, but he seized it and pressed it against the side of his face.
"Sister, did I scare you?"
The always obedient puppy in front of her turned out to be a dangerous wolf.
Would the gap be too large for her, making her withdraw her affection for him?
"A little, but I can accept it. To me, you are just you," Charlotte Allison replied.
The person she loved might have thousands of faces, but as long as he remained sincere to her and never hurt her, it was enough.
