The light in the room was blocked, and suddenly everything became dimmer.
Hudson was with his eyes closed, unsure if he was sleeping.
Charlotte tiptoed around the sickbed, picked up her coat from the back of the chair and put it on, and then directly picked up her bag to leave.
The sound of the closing door echoed softly, and then silence resumed.
The man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, motionless, looking at the place where Charlotte had just been standing, his eyes full of infinite tenderness and affection.
Charlotte had never intentionally concealed her relationship with Justin. Coupled with his own research a while ago, he probably understood the ins and outs of their relationship.
He had known Charlotte for more than a year or two, and he knew her very well.
Charlotte was not very dominant in character, completely retracting her edges, but she was exceptionally resilient, with a strong sense of self-respect and a clear sense of love and hate.