Back then, she was young, thin-skinned, utterly bullied by him to tears and hate. Due to his status, she didn't dare voice her protests, but after the movie ended, seeing her eyes red from crying, he laughed at her while pulling her into the men's restroom cubicle.
Compared to the past Robert Stephens, now this man merely holding her hand lightly already seemed quite gentlemanly.
Yet, she didn't know why, but she felt even more panicked than before.
Obviously, there were only three people in the movie theater. Even if George Stephens found out, it wouldn't be a big deal, not the shameful situation from the past, but her heart still couldn't calm down.
She even felt like her face was blushing too.
She sat on the chair, not daring to move, until the man's head gently turned and rested on her shoulder.
"Charlotte."
He softly called out her name.
Very gently, like a voice calling out from deep within his throat.
Tender, low, and almost a sigh.
