When their eyes t, an inexplicable, ambiguous atmosphere began to fill the air.
With a sigh, Henry Hudson turned over. The gesture was light, but still caused him to grimace with pain. Seeing Charlotte Thompson startled and intending to help him, he hurriedly waved his hand saying, "I’m fine; it’s not so serious."
Hearing this, Charlotte paused. Seeing that Henry was indeed fine, she then breathed a sigh of relief.
Henry glanced slightly towards the window. The light curtain danced in the breeze. The warm orange of the setting sun against the light color of the curtain looked indescribably beautiful.
He smiled slightly, saying, "It’s been a long ti since I’ve seen such a beautiful sunset."
Having said that, his gaze drifted away and then towards Charlotte who was standing by the window.
She was wearing a long white dress that nearly reached her ankles, with light blue lace trim at the neckline and cuffs. Her long hair cascaded down her back. The setting sun bathed her in a heavenly glow, making her look breathtakingly beautiful.
Henry stared at her, entranced. After a while, he muttered, "You are even more beautiful than this sunset."
The room beca suddenly quiet. Charlotte lowered her gaze and absentmindedly fiddled with her fingers on her knee. Upon hearing his words, she abruptly looked up to see him looking at her. She cleared her throat awkwardly and turned her head away.
However, Henry made no move, his gentle gaze still focused on Charlotte.
Charlotte coughed lightly, changing the subject. "By the way, Henry, have you made arrangents at your company?"
She had always known about his feelings for her.
So people are like that; they appear to do nothing but shoulder everything.
The six children they fostered often held secret etings in the hotel to discuss her relationship matters. Despite their generally close relationships, they end up arguing over whether she should choose Justin Battleson or Adam Ross. She knew everything but kept her silence.
To her, Justin was an insurmountable hurdle in her heart.
Even though she had raised Chad and Jack until now, she never fancied any idea with Adam Ross.
Because of this, the kids were in a frenzy, even Charlotte herself couldn’t fathom it.
Thinking of this, Charlotte glanced back at Henry unintentionally. The man behind her was squinting his eyes, lost in thought.
Perhaps from a certain perspective, Henry Hudson...
Could be the best candidate to settle everything once and for all.
Beauty is always epheral. In just a few minutes, the sunset vanished without a trace, and the weather began to change. The violent wind rcilessly pounded the windows, making a screeching noise.
Soti later, a thunderclap jolted Charlotte out of her thoughts.
Thinking back on her ideas, Charlotte was taken aback.
Was she insane to even consider exploiting Henry’s feelings?
With no romantic feelings for him but only admiration, was she intending to be with him in order to resolve her current predicant?
Charlotte shivered involuntarily.
In all respects, she was letting him down.
Quickly dismissing the idea, Charlotte took a deep breath, feeling the chill wind seep into her skin from the window. Seeing the goosebumps on her arm, she turned around, shut the window and drew the curtain.
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