Silence fell between them. Charlotte was shocked for a short while, and she kept her silence. Zachary didn't say anything either as he kept driving.
It didn't take long for them to reach the base of Rokan Hill. Zachary stopped the car by the roadside, retracted the roof before reclining the seat, and looked up at the sky.
Charlotte glanced at the time and leaned back to look up at the stars in silence. They didn't say anything for the longest time. Just like the night breeze that was blowing through her hair, messing it up, her emotions were also all over the place.
“Do you trust me?” Zachary suddenly asked.
“If we go by terms of feeling and instinct, yes,” she answered honestly. “But rationally speaking, I have a lot of reasons to suspect you.”
“Sometimes rationality isn't your best compass.” He looked at her. “You should trust your own instincts.”
“And that's how you make mistake after mistake.” She smiled bitterly. “I lost a part of my memory. The doctor said it was too painful for me to endure, so I forgot about them as a defense mechanism.” She looked at him. “I've forgotten about a lot of things, but not you. You feel warm to me. Fuzzy, even. I trust you never hurt me before?”
Zachary didn't know how to answer that.
“You'd better tell me if you had.” She was still calm. “Perhaps I'll forgive you if it's not too serious.”
“You won't—” Zachary stopped before he could finish the sentence.
“So you did hurt me.” She squinted at him, feeling conflicted. Just then, they heard the roar of the Rolls-Royce, signaling the arrival of Charlotte's bodyguards.
“I'll be going back tomorrow, and I might be absent for a while.” She smiled, trying to make herself look warmer. “Take the car, and spend the money. I won't take it back.”
“Will we meet again when you return?” Zachary stared at her, his gaze gentle.
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