"Where are you going?" Charles White suddenly reached out to grab her wrist, his thin lips slightly parted.
Seeing how anxious she appeared, he furrowed his brows.
"I have an urgent matter, I need to leave first!" Zoe Yale glanced back at him, unable to explain, she hurriedly ran towards the door.
"..." Charles White looked at his empty hand, silently clenching it into a fist.
Echoing in his mind were the words she left unfinished.
What was she so earnestly wanting to tell him?
What does she like?
Charles White stood where he was, though only one person was missing from the office, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to become sluggish.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze becoming somber.
Given his current status, to avoid affecting work, he should stay as far away from her as possible, yet he couldn't control his urge to get closer to her.
Just watching her run out like that made him want to chase after her, worried she might be in danger or bullied by someone...