Due to the man's mood swings, the temperature in the sunny dining room seemed to drop instantly, and the previously relaxed servants discreetly pressed their lips together, showing more caution in their expressions.
Charlotte lowered her head, avoiding Robert Stephens's gaze.
Her voice was soft but stubborn.
"I want to go to school."
Robert cast a glance at her, his eyes cold, his tone calm and cutting: "Dream on."
Charlotte was somewhat angry. She raised her head to look at him, resisting his opinion: "Why? I want to have friends too; my world can't just consist of you alone!"
The man's refined expression instantly chilled, and when his gaze turned to her, it seemed capable of freezing her into frost.
He stood up, his towering figure's shadow almost completely eclipsing her petite form.
