Charlotte tentatively spoke, originally intending to step forward.
She never expected that Annie Anne would suddenly pick up the ornament nearby, ready to throw it.
However, a figure moved forward quickly and stopped Annie Anne's action.
"Let go."
When Annie Anne saw it was Oliver Hudson, she reacted as if she had seen something she utterly hated.
She broke free from Oliver Hudson's grip and turned to shut herself in the room.
The sound of the door slamming shut echoed in Charlotte's ears, making her furrowed eyebrows not relax a bit.
"Is this the result you wanted, Oliver Hudson?"
Finally, Charlotte slowly raised her gaze, her eyes settling on Oliver Hudson's face.
"Sorry, I lied to you about Annie."
Although Oliver Hudson's voice was calm, his tightly clenched fists exposed his inner turmoil.
"Such an apology is of no use to me."
Charlotte took a deep breath but couldn't dispel the gloomy feeling in her chest.
"Oliver Hudson, do you love Annie?"
