Charles White was just about to shut down the computer, but it was too late…
Seeing the person standing at the door, his body stiffened.
How could it be her…
Charles White released the arm he had on the table, stepped forward, and pulled Zoe Yale into his embrace, quickly covering her forehead with his large hand.
"The fever's gone down."
Charles White seemed to be talking to himself, softly uttering the words, then he came to his senses and, looking at her pale face, lowered his voice.
"Zoe Yale, your body hasn't recovered. What are you doing at the company?"
"I'm fine…" Zoe Yale murmured softly, then blinked her big, glistening eyes, hesitant to speak.
As if she wanted to ask something, but didn't dare to.
Being stared at by her like this, Charles White was equally tense.
He wasn't sure how much she had seen earlier and what she was suspecting now.