The sensation of tickling on her face and a tingling in her ears sent Nancy's heart racing. What was Charlie up to?
Wasn't he here to see Vivian?
Why was he flirting with her?
With hands pressed lightly against Charlie's chest, Nancy gently pushed him away, turned her face aside, and awkwardly changed the subject. "By the way, why are you here? You didn't even tell me you were coming, and you didn't respond to my messages..."
Was she complaining?
Oddly enough, Charlie found he rather enjoyed her complaints.
Chuckling softly, he took a seat on a nearby couch, then casually glanced at Nancy, eyes never leaving her.
"I decided to come only after wrapping up my work. I only saw your message just before boarding the plane."
"Oh."
Nancy responded absently, then wandered around the room. When she finally came back out, she saw the couch where Charlie was sitting and heaved a long sigh.
"Looks like I'll be sleeping on the couch again."
Charlie was about to respond when Nancy suddenly brightened up.
"Hehe, but your couch seems more comfortable than my bed, so I guess it's not such a bad deal."
Watching her, Charlie couldn't help but think Nancy was easily pleased.
Yawning, Nancy walked over and pulled Charlie up from the couch. "I need to get up early tomorrow to go to the set, I need to rest."
"You're going to the set?"
Charlie turned to face her. "What about Vivian?"
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