“You’re a lunatic,” Charlotte hissed out. “I was kind to make you food. How could you say that? Tell me then. What poison could I possibly put in there?”
“Aphrodisiac,” Zachary blurted out.
Charlotte was speechless at that.
“Look at the expression you had. Clearly, you’re lusting for more,” Zachary teased. “You were looking for tons of excuses tonight, and you brought me to your room. Then, you spilled tea on my pants. All of these are to keep me here, right? Did you think that I’m clueless?”
“You—” Charlotte’s face reddened from anger. “Do you have no shame, Zachary?”
She slammed the bowl on the coffee table before huffing out, “Forget it if you don’t want to eat it. I’ll let an ingrate like you starve to death.”
As some of the oatmeal had splashed onto her hand, she went to the bathroom to wash up.
Her fading footsteps told Zachary that she was gone. Instantly, he began searching for his phone on the sofa.
After washing her hands, Charlotte heard a quiet tone. When she lowered her head, she noticed Zachary’s phone in the clothes he had changed out of.
Picking up the phone, she then noticed that he had a message. It was from Nancy. Mr. Nacht, are you home yet…
The rest of the message was not shown. Even then, the name of the sender itself made Charlotte’s heart sink into the abyss.
“Is my phone in the bathroom?” Zachary asked. He could not see, but that meant that his hearing had become better.
“Yes,” Charlotte answered as she walked out of the bathroom with the phone. “What’s the matter with you? You’ve even left your phone in there.”
Zachary reached out for his phone, and it was then Charlotte realized his eyes seemed to be unfocused.
Her heart leaped to her throat. She then deliberately stretched out her arm in a different direction before saying, “Someone sent you a message. There, take it.”
Just as she expected, Zachary’s hands grabbed the air instead of the phone.
Shock struck Charlotte like a bolt from the blue. Her eyes widened almost impossibly as she stared at him.
He… can’t see?
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