Such a commanding man, a favored son of the heavens who exuded an air of loneliness and chill, was just the kind to soften a woman's heart.
It was already the beginning of autumn. Seeing his jacket on the armrest of the sofa, she couldn't help but tiptoe over to pick it up to drape over him, when suddenly, a pair of black eyes had opened at some point and were staring straight at her.
"I just wanted to..." Charlotte Green quickly searched her mind for an excuse to tell.
Suddenly, he grasped her wrist, yanking hard, and pulled her towards him.
Under the bright light, he just stared at her in silence, his black eyes shining with stars she couldn't understand, as if he had a thousand words to say but couldn't find a way to start.
Charlotte felt it was inappropriate to be sitting on him and began to squirm slightly, but his hand clamped onto her waist, causing her to freeze in shock.
