The man watched her expression, his eyes calm and composed, then as if he thought of something, a hint of a smile appeared in his dark eyes.
With a deliberate "Hmm," Robert Stephens raised his brows slightly, curled his lips, and said, "Take off your clothes. Don't understand?"
Charlotte looked at him incredulously, unable to remain calm. She trembled and clutched the collar of her clothes, angrily saying, "Don't even think about it!"
She didn't expect that after so long, this man was still thinking about this.
Even, thinking about it at the entrance of the cemetery!
The man jerked his chin toward her: "Off."
Charlotte struggled, trying to move from the car to the outside.
Before she could take a step out, the man grabbed her around the waist from behind, and a low, amused male voice resonated by her ear, "Charlotte, why are you running?"
"Robert Stephens, you..."
