"We'll talk about it later." Shane didn't give a definite answer.
Charlotte didn't mention it again.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Home? I still haven't finished my work."
"That sounds perfect."
That Saturday afternoon and night were the same as the countless days in the past. Apart from reading files, Charlotte also went through learning materials.
After Charlotte took off her dress and put on her pajamas, she became a veritable workaholic. As she looked at the information in a daze, she wondered how she, a particularly lazy person, had become more and more of a workaholic.
Perhaps it was because Shane was a workaholic.
Whenever she saw him, he was working. He was either reading files, attending a meeting, or socializing with clients.
By eight o'clock in the evening, Charlotte couldn't help yawning. She dragged herself to the kitchen to make coffee. Shane also came out with his coffee cup.