The stars in his dark eyes suddenly sank, so it was just because he had said he didn't care that she believed it.
In this lifetime, she might never rid herself of the doubts in her heart, and he would never regain the trust she once had in him.
At that moment, Wester brought the clothes he had asked for, but didn't leave after setting them down.
Kevin, who was intently sipping his porridge, looked up, asking with his eyes.
Wester looked at Charlotte, hesitated for a long time before finally speaking, "Madam, you've met Mr. Green outside, haven't you?"
If she hadn't, how could the man be right at the door?
Kevin's eyes turned cold as he glanced at Charlotte again, finally understanding the panic in her return.
"Wester, which Mr. Green?" It shouldn't be that scumbag Jay Green.
