Chapitre 723: Chapter 723: Sneaking Photos

At this time, Charlotte, who had just gotten out of the car to see Henry Russell, had been waiting outside for a long time and now felt a splitting headache. Unable to bear it, she fell asleep. Henry turned to look at Charlotte, whose face had become even paler than before, and he grew increasingly worried.

The car sped up, as he was afraid that Charlotte would leave him. Charlotte's face was like a flawless porcelain doll, so delicate that it seemed she might shatter at the slightest touch, and he realized just how much he liked her.

He didn't know when this feeling had started, perhaps during their childhood, but he found himself increasingly unable to be apart from Charlotte.

If it weren't for Charlotte, he wouldn't know how to get through each day. He felt as if he would become a puppet, not knowing what he should do, and he began to regret the turmoil in his heart.

Why did he hurt her when he clearly cared so much for her? Was this love?