Charlotte lived in the house which Lionel had bought in Royal Villa.
"Here we are." Dylan pulled open the passenger door.
Charlotte got off reluctantly. She tried to talk to him on the way, but he seldom answered her. Now she arrived home, and it disappointed her that he was going to leave soon.
"Dylan... Can you go in with me? I... I want to talk to you." She bit her lip and murmured.
She had too much on her mind to tell him after three years.
At last, they were alone. How could she let him go?
"I won't go in." He looked at her and said, "I'll ask my secretary to book your plane ticket later. Go back to Chicago. Your brother must be worried about you."
Charlotte's expression froze, and a wry smile played on her lips.
Ah. It turned out that he sent her home in person, not because he was concerned for her safety, but to drive her away.