Charlotte's face flushed red, seemingly unprepared for Henry Russell's provocative behavior. The pleasant scent of Henry in her nostrils made her feel as if she was about to faint, and her legs involuntarily softened.
"Don't... don't do that. Just talk properly." She awkwardly glared at Henry, her eyes full of shyness. She
still couldn't fully understand Henry's sudden change, and was having difficulty accepting it.
After all, he used to treat her with indifference. As she thought about that, Charlotte's gaze dimmed and she felt somewhat choked up inside.
Henry, who was standing beside Charlotte, naturally noticed her discomfort right away. Sensing the shift in her mood, his eyes deepened.
He stared intently at Charlotte's facial expressions, his brow furrowed.
Charlotte was already lost in her thoughts, and the present situation was as intoxicating as a fantasy. She was afraid, so she didn't dare to touch, nor could she risk it.