She was so angry she turned her head away, biting her red lip without saying a word.
Robert Stephens leisurely propped himself up, lowered his head, and looked at the small girl held in his arms.
Her eyes were red, her delicate face slightly furrowed, as if she was suffering from immense grievance.
Raising an eyebrow slightly, Robert gave a faint smile, teasing open the hem of her furry pajamas with his slender fingertips, brushing against the fine curve of her slender waist.
Charlotte Smith's petite body curled up like a prawn, incredulously looking at the handsome face above her, exclaiming angrily, "Robert Stephens, I just got my period!"
The man acknowledged with a nod, "I know."
He paused, glanced at her, and, pretentious as ever, said, "Is touching against the law?"
Touching, of course, isn't against the law.
It was just that Charlotte feared this smooth-talking scoundrel in front of her might resort to force, fighting a battle of wits and courage.
