Charlotte tilted her head back, her voice devoid of any discernible emotion: "Adam, you shouldn't know this much."
All these matters were too convoluted and intricate, impossible to untangle on a spot. Her disputes and entanglements with Justin were also difficult to articulate.
Adam turned his head to look at her. His gaze was heavy, filled with scrutiny, yet it held a deadly allure.
The woman in front of him sat quietly, seemingly lost in her thoughts, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
A strand of hair softly draped across her cheek. The gentle light spilled onto her brows, making her look like a delicate porcelain doll.
Her white shirt had minor stains from the chaos earlier. Her long hair, tied up in a loose ponytail, revealed a smooth curve of her wrist as the cuffs were slightly rolled up. She looked unbelievably beautiful.
Adam was momentarily spellbound. As he came back to his senses, Charlotte slowly closed her eyes as if resolute about something and began to speak.