The car door opened, and Charlie Austin's handsome figure was as elegant and noble as ever.
"Evelyn, I heard about your aunt's situation. Are you okay?" There was concern all over Charlie's face as he approached her. He reached out to touch her shoulder, but Evelyn stepped back, avoiding his hand.
She looked up, "I'm fine, your facial injury..."
"It's just a minor injury. I'm worried about you, so I've been waiting outside Chester Yale's villa. Harry's waiting for you too; let's get in the car and talk." Charlie caught a glimpse of the luggage in her hand, didn't ask any further questions, and reached out to take it.
Before his hand could touch the luggage, Evelyn moved it behind her, "Charlie, it's not necessary. I'll find a place to stay on my own. Once I find a house, I'll pick up Harry. He may need your help for another two days."
Her tone was light, without anger, but it still sounded distant.
