"Once, once more?"
Charlotte was a bit baffled.
The man sat upright in the leather chair, leisurely watching her, his calm smile suggesting he had just spoken some unimportant words.
"Pff... cough cough cough."
Nicholas, who was driving in the front, choked and started coughing violently.
He quickly raised the partition, isolating the car's space into two enclosed compartments.
Charlotte finally started to come to her senses.
She blinked her eyes, looking at the handsome yet sanctimonious face before her.
Then she slowly withdrew her fingers from the man's palm bit by bit.
She turned her head, propping her face, and looked out the window.
Pretending she hadn't heard anything just now.
Robert Stephens: "..."
Don't even think about it.
Charlotte thought.
She had no interest in such shocking affection, nor did she share Robert Stephens's shamelessness.
The strange calm extended all the way to the hospital.
When the car stopped, Nicholas got out to open the door for them.
