The door to the study room was not locked.
Charlotte Lane, with a meal in one hand, opened the door to the study room with the other.
Originally, this study was used by Elina Clark, but later because Ethan Clark frequented Clark Manor, almost all the things in this study were his.
Now the room was filled with smoke, making it hard to open one's eyes.
Kevin Clark stood on the balcony, his back to the entrance, tall and straight. Hidden in the smoke, there was an indescribable sense of desolation around him.
The fierce aura around him hadn't dissipated, his strong presence preventing anyone from approaching.
Charlotte put the meal on the desk and walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and leaning against his back.
Arthur North's eyelashes trembled for a moment. He came to his senses and held her hand: "How's Christopher doing?"
"He's fine, he's sleeping," said Charlotte, smelling the eaglewood and tobacco scent on him.
