The man saw her and didn't seem too surprised. He slightly raised his sharp jaw towards her, saying nothing, and just turned around to walk outside.
Charlotte pressed her lips together, following behind Robert Stephens, raising her head to look at the man's back.
The black suit was casually draped on his right arm. He wore a gray vest underneath, his back broad and straight, his walking posture showing signs of good family upbringing.
Charlotte's gaze slid slowly from his vest-restricted lean waist down to his long legs in the suit pants. Perhaps because her memory of the man was that he was always in a wheelchair, now she couldn't help but overly focus on his legs.
Robert walked a few steps, noticing Charlotte wasn't keeping up. He turned around to glance at her and saw her looking dejected, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"What, are you still sulking with me?"
Charlotte lifted her eyelids to glance at him, then quickly withdrew her gaze and caught up: "No."
