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"Dominic Zhu? Are you Dominic Zhu? Can we talk? My name is Charlotte Oxley and my mother doesn't know I am here."

"A… men." Axel held his breath as he arched a brow. He blinked and blinked, staring at the young lady he mistook as a ghost. 

Who wouldn't mistake her as a ghost? Why was she in her nightdress in the middle of the parking space and in the middle of the night and why was she so pale!? Doubtful, Axel raised a finger and slowly moved it closer to her.

Charlotte furrowed her brows, not moving an inch until his index poked her cheek. She blinked innocently, confused. Axel poked her cheek one more time and then poked her faster until he could feel the little flesh in her cheek bouncing. 

"Oh, you're alive." Axel rocked his head, heaving a sigh of relief. "I thought for a second I accidentally opened my third eye."