"Chapter 1355
In the kitchen, Charles Carrington is holding a chubby cat, seeming to be chatting. Only when he heard her call out did he turn his head to look.
The mont their eyes t, Layla Lowell seed to understand sothing.
How awkward!
Charles said, "Its na is Extra, as in ’superfluous’."
So, it was true...
Layla Lowell turned around, suppressing her feelings of self-loathing, indifferently saying, "I’m leaving first."
"Wait."
The sound of footsteps ca from behind, and Charles ca in front of her, giving her a piece of clothing, "Your coat is dirty, I sent it off to be cleaned. It’s cold outside, wear this first."
It was a very thick coat, his coat.
Layla’s head was slightly lowered, her eyes glanced at it, but she said, "No need, I can stand the cold."
"Are you overthinking it?" The man asked, confused.
Layla paused, her back stiffened.
The man chuckled softly, slowly saying, "Relax, I’m not a clingy person, what’s in the past remains in the past. We’re not enemies, if we can’t be lovers, we can still be friends. Here, this is a friend’s concern, accept it."
He draped the coat over her.
Layla’s fingers clenched tightly into her palm.
The coat was obviously very warm, but she felt like she had been draped in a layer of ice, cold to the bone.
"I don’t need it."
She took the coat off and tossed it aside, quickly walking towards the doorway.
Her lonely and arrogant silhouette was brimming with a coldness that didn’t allow anyone to co close, a hint of anger subtly shown.
Charles didn’t chase after her, just watched the door close. His gaze dimd significantly at that mont.
After a while, he picked up the cat and walked onto the balcony.
The balcony was very close to the neighboring apartnt. The cat had just jumped over from there.
An old lady ca out from the neighboring apartnt, smiling warmly when she saw the cat, "Goofball, you went to Mr. Carrington’s house again, naughty boy."
Charles smiled amiably, saying, "It’s fine, I live alone anyway, it’s a bit livelier when it cos over."
The old lady heard and couldn’t help saying, "Alone? Ah, such a handso man, it shouldn’t be like this. Is it because you’re too busy with work to find a girlfriend? It’s okay, I’ll help you find one."
Charles smiled charmingly, "Alright, but I have a request."
"You tell . I will definitely help you find the one."
"Hmm... she has to be prettier than you, Grandma."
The old lady was taken aback, then burst into laughter, "That will be difficult, there are none! I was the most beautiful when I was young!"
"Then I won’t look for now." The man laughed gently.
His gaze inadvertently fell on the girl who had already reached downstairs.
She was walking in the snow in slippers, so cold she could only wrap her hands around her chest.
He quickly returned to his room, grabbed his car keys, and the thick coat, then took so things from the fridge before leaving the house.
Downstairs.
Layla was walking in the snow in slippers, taking in cold breaths as she moved forward.
She wanted to walk faster, to get in a taxi, but her legs were useless, she had barely walked any distance and had frozen to the point she couldn’t go any faster.
She glanced around and saw no snowplows, quietly scolding the property managent for their irresponsibility.
At that mont, a car quickly drove by, throwing out a piece of clothing at the sa ti.
It landed directly on her feet.
She exclaid, then in the next second, saw Charles Carrington rolling down the car window, speaking to her, "Keep it for temporarily, I have to go out for sothing urgent."
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn’t wait for her response and left.
Layla stared at the back of the car until it disappeared at the main gate.
A gust of cold wind blew, and Layla lost her battle against her hunger and cold body, she picked up the coat and wrapped it around her, finally feeling a sense of relief.
Sothing fell out from inside the coat.
She bent down to pick it up and saw that it was a sandwich.
The packaging on top had a small smiley face and a heart-warming sentence: This winter, let be with you."
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