Once they were in the room, Zachary headed straight to the sofa. Everything seemed fine.
However, he had been averting his eyes from Charlotte.
On the other hand, Charlotte was staring at him. At the start, she was stealing glances at him, but now, she was straight-up staring at him. It was because she realized that he was unresponsive even when she had her gaze on him.
The anxiety in her head thrummed, and she creased her forehead as she observed him.
Is there something wrong with his eyes?
Knock knock! Right then, knocking sounds came from the door.
“Come in,” Charlotte said.
Emma came in with a dining cart. After putting the snacks on the coffee table, she bowed at the two of them and stepped out of the room.
Charlotte poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zachary. “Have some tea.”
“Put it on the table first. It’s hot.” Zachary raised his arm to pinched the bridge of his nose, looking exhausted.
Hence, Charlotte put the cup down in front of him. However, to test him, she intentionally put it at the edge of the table where half the cup was in midair. With any gentle push, the cup would fall.
Indeed, when Zachary reached out for the cup, he knocked it over.
The cup of hot tea splashed all over his pants, and that included his crotch area.
“Sh*t!” Zachary roared. “You wicked woman!”
“You were the careless one, but you’re blaming me for this?” Charlotte quickly took out a few tissues to hand them to him. Glancing at his crotch, she anxiously asked, “Are you okay? Do you need to go to a hospital?”
“You did this on purpose!”
Zachary grabbed her hand and tugged her toward him.
“Ah!” Charlotte cried out, having not expected the sudden action from him as she fell into his arms. Before she could come back to her senses, he had smashed his lips against hers.
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