“Really?” Sharon was overjoyed, but immediately, she looked at Zachary timidly. “Zachary, is that okay?”
Before Zachary could say anything, old Mr. Nacht interrupted, “There's no need for his consent when you have mine.”
“Thank you, Grandpa.” Sharon made a face at Zachary and helped old Mr. Nacht into the villa.
Behind them, a few bodyguards were unloading the luggage while Ben and the others went up to help them with their work.
Zachary took a glance at Charlotte's room on the second floor.
Charlotte hurriedly drew the curtains and backed away to a corner. What should I do? What if Mr. Nacht insists that Sharon stays here?
Does Mr. Nacht know about me?
If he does, will he pick on me together with Sharon?
Charlotte walked back and forth in her room, unable to calm the storm in her mind.
What should I do?
Will Zachary send me away in secret when they are asleep?
While she was deep in her thoughts, she heard footsteps approaching before coming to a stop in front of her room.
Charlotte felt her heart tightened. Walking barefoot on her toes, she headed toward the door to listen to the movements outside.
Sharon's voice could be heard. “Zachary, I want to stay in this room.”
Judging from the silhouettes she saw through the gap below the door, she knew that there were many people standing outside of her room.
Zachary rejected her request indifferently. “No. Choose another room.”
“Why? I want to stay next door to you.” Sharon acted coquettishly to coax the man into giving his consent.
Charlotte knitted her brows as she held her breath, listening attentively to the movements outside.
Does Sharon know I'm here? Is that why she requested to stay in this room?
Zachary won't agree, right?
His coat and shoes are still in my room, not to mention his stuff in the washroom.
One would know their relationship from the way she looked now and the layout of her room.
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