Charlotte watched Anthony in silence for a few seconds, then finally shuffled her feet, doing what he’d asked and walking over to him.
Up close, she noticed the crystal ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts. A quick glance told her there had to be at least ten. He’d only been home for about an hour, maybe less.
With her hands stuffed in her pockets, Charlotte stood there, posture relaxed but her gaze locked on him. She didn’t say anything right away. After a few moments, she wet her dry lips and bent down, her face close to his. The thick smell of smoke on him made her wrinkle her nose. “Maybe you should take a shower,” she said quietly.
“No need.”
Anthony reached for her wrist, his fingers circling her skin as he tugged her gently toward him. “Come here.”
She let him pull her down so she was sitting right in front of him, their knees almost touching. For a minute, neither of them spoke.
Judging by the look on his face, he must have seen the news online and figured out at least part of what happened.
“...Did you eat yet?” Charlotte finally asked, breaking the silence. She guessed he’d been running around for eight hours straight, probably hadn’t had a chance for a meal.
“Want me to ask Helen to make you something?” Her eyes softened, lips curving up a little as her voice dropped to a gentle murmur. “What do you feel like eating?”
Anthony stayed quiet. He hadn’t moved since she sat down, just stared at her with those dark, unreadable eyes, like he was searching for answers deep inside her.
“Lottie…”
His voice was rough and low, almost a whisper. Charlotte looped her arms around his neck and blinked at him. “Yeah?”
“At The Blair Estate… that wasn’t the first time we met, was it?”
He asked so directly that Charlotte went still, and something troubled flickered in her expression.
He knows about that?


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