As if sensing her arrival, the figure with his back to her slowly turned around.
His worried gaze softened as he saw her, leaving only gentleness behind.
Charlie Austin stepped toward her, looking at the bewildered Evelyn Sherman, and gently tapped her forehead, "Why are you staring at me like that? The one who disappeared last night wasn't me."
"Sorry, Charlie, I had something unexpected come up last night, and my phone broke too..."
"It's fine, I didn't wait too long. Harry was tired, so I took him home to rest. As long as you're okay, I'm relieved." Charlie interrupted her explanation, his gentle eyes concealing the darkness within.
When she disappeared, he had nearly turned the entire film crew upside down in a frantic search, only later learning that she had been taken away by Chester Yale.
But he wouldn't say any of this.
She wanted to be friends with him, so he could only maintain the boundaries of a good friend.
Not giving her any reason to shut him out of her world.
