Charles White glanced at Bella Scott, drawn in by her clear, sparkling eyes. She seemed to be strong-willed, yet her gaze was pure and innocent. The longer he stared, the tighter his throat felt.
"I'll go cook something; you can enjoy yourself for a bit," Charles said hurriedly, afraid he might do something inappropriate.
Bella took the opportunity to walk around the villa and called Cecelia Anderson during her exploration.
"You're at Charles White's house? Aren't you afraid he might drug you and force himself on you?" Cecelia asked anxiously.
Bella couldn't help but laugh: "Where is your mind? Charles isn't interested in me at all. Even if I stood naked in front of him, he wouldn't spare me a glance. Why would he ever need to drug me?"