Charlotte couldn't be stoic in front of Shane. Before him, she couldn't help but be affected...
Charlotte clutched the corner of her top and said, "I don't understand what you mean."
"Are you sure?"
"I... "
"There's no rush."
Shane lay down on the beach chair next to her, and his thin lips curled up slightly.
Charlotte swept a look over his face from the corner of her eye before she withdrew her gaze. She closed her eyes and faced the sunlight.
It was his duty to help her.
Charlotte had not yet mulled over these words carefully. What she cared about was the hidden meaning behind these words. Would she accept it or not?
Since she returned home, she had not made it clear who had helped her. Whether it was Shane or Rick, she was still a subordinate. In other words, they all shared similar interests, and it could not be determined who had helped whom.