Shane invited her to dinner. Charlotte had been so worried about going out with Mrs. Fuller Senior that it was only when Rick called that she remembered that she should have let him know she had arrived. And yet.

When she was talking to Rick on the phone, Shane had been talking to Sheryl.

"Is Shane there?" Rick naturally heard Shane's voice.

"Yes." Charlotte lowered her head and replied in a muffled voice.

"Do you not want to see him, or do you not know how to face him?"

"Both."

"Do you need my help?" Rick looked at his reports and said, 'TH be done in about 30 minutes."

Charlotte didn't want to trouble him. After all, Shane had brought Sheryl to pick her up. He had invited her to dinner too. It had been so nice of him to do so.

If Charlotte asked Rick to come over, it would be rude to both men.

She thought for a while but declined in the end. "It's okay. You don't have to pick me up, I..."

"Rick?" Shane suddenly turned his gaze towards Charlotte.

Charlotte felt a chill in her heart when he looked at her, and she nodded her head subconsciously.

Shane reached out and made a gesture to her, indicating that she should hand over the phone to him.

"Give him the phone." Rick seemed to have guessed what was going on.

Charlotte was speechless.

Why did she feel that she was out of place here between Shane and Rick?

Shane took the phone and pressed it against his ear.

"About Avery, what do you think?" Rick went straight to the point.

"It's not a bad thing."

"And it has nothing to do with you?"

"No."

"It seems that you've really given me a treasure. Don't you regret it?"

Shane's eyes turned cold and his voice deepened. "She's my woman."

"What were they talking about?" Charlotte wondered.

Although Charlotte didn't hear what Shane said, her intuition told her that it had something to do with her. However, when she heard Shane's words, she felt that something wasn't right. Shane... He wouldn't tell someone that she was his woman, would he?

They no longer had anything to do with each other.

"Lottie doesn't seem to think so."

"That's not important."

gave up on her, you should let her have the choice to

as he hung up the phone and returned the phone

dare to ask

the black phone

He rubbed his temples.

Shane's attitude toward Charlotte had not

it because

Charlotte said,

each other, but since Tiffany's scandal was exposed, Shane felt regretful and wanted to get back together with Charlotte?

Charlotte wanted to be with another man, she couldn't

back to the old mansion, Charlotte wanted to leave on her

away from the old mansion without a word before

are you taking

be there very

"This person..."Charlotte thought.

had no choice but to stay quiet for a while. She was in his car, so it wasn't up

In the end.

near a hot spring

were alone in the

nervous. Her fingers tightened in her fist. Her

"She is my woman."

had said before were now like

it's not bad, you can bring Sheryl and Grandmother over

"Oh? Um..."

a

of disappointment

"Disappointment!?" Charlotte wondered.

shocked

nervous or excited

pushing into her with a

with her and leaned over to look at her. "What? Do you think I brought you

that's not it." She quickly waved her hand. "I'm just thinking that it

me tonight. Get out of the

on?"

off the car and followed

two of them. They were only given one room

to stay with me, are you? In the past, we were husband and

forgot. You're someone else's fiancee." Shane

wanted to divorce was him. He was also the one who had helped her. Now, the person who brought her here... was

on earth did he

for him to play around with

aggrieved she felt, and the more depressed

Squeak-

Charlotte was letting her imagination run wild, Shane pushed

fit twenty beds, much less just two. It

double bed. I'll take one for myself. Grandma and Ms. Laura can have another. Go check the facilities." Shane took off his suit and casually put it on a hanger. He walked to the sofa and sat down. He turned on the

movements were so natural

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