Yesterday…
In Zoe Yale's mind, the phone number he had written on her palm suddenly flashed across.
Instinctively, she answered, "I washed off the number when I was washing my hands."
"…" Charles White was slightly taken aback, as if he hadn't expected such a response, but soon, his facial expression softened a bit.
Yet, his hand resting on her shoulder didn't move away.
His somewhat indifferent eyes stared straight at her face, as if probing for something.
Being watched by him like this, Zoe Yale suddenly recalled the picture of herself staring at his number all night, and felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.
Her pretty little face turned red unconsciously, and her body moved slightly to the side...
Just when she was about to crumble under the pressure and admit that she actually had his phone number, the hand on her shoulder suddenly let go.
Charles White casually retracted his gaze and reached out to her.
"Give me your cell phone."
