Robert Stephens: "You don't like it? You picked it yourself."
Charlotte Smith looked at him, furrowing her brows, bowed her head and said nothing.
The man saw her frowning and thought she was really dissatisfied. He sighed lightly and patted her head, "I'll get you a bigger one next time."
Charlotte wrinkled her nose, her voice became a bit hoarse, and she said softly, "I'm moving out today."
Robert's hand paused above her head, then remained still.
He lowered his eyes, his deep gaze quietly fixed on her.
"I want to move out," Charlotte said.
Robert looked at the girl's small face in front of him, wrinkled up like she had suffered some grievance from him.
He couldn't help but find it amusing—who was really the one wronged here?
He asked, "Why do you want to move out?"
"To make room for you and Wynne."
"Jealous?"
"No."
