The young woman had a fair face, and her charming eyes were filled with concern.
Henry Russell's Adam's apple moved slightly as he grasped Charlotte Cooper's wrist, a roguish smile on his handsome face.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. If something happens to me, won't you be alone?"
As he spoke, he ignored the wounds on his body and leaned his lips in towards Charlotte's face.
This man could still be so cocky at this time. Charlotte's lips twitched, and she placed her palm against Henry's chest, her tone indifferent: "Do you think your injuries aren't serious enough? Do you need my help to make them worse?"
Charlotte tried her best to look serious, but in Henry's eyes, she was especially adorable like this. His smile deepened.
Charlotte's fist dropped lightly on Henry's chest, and then she got up and walked away, leaving only a perfect silhouette behind.
Every movement of this woman seemed to hold a fatal attraction for Henry, who murmured to himself.