The two of them dined in a Chinese restaurant. After eating till they were about eighty percent full, Charlotte Green put down her utensils, hesitating on how to present the gift in her bag to him, but seeing his indifferent expression, she lost her courage. She feared being mocked; she feared his rejection.
Maybe it's better to talk about it when I get home.
But in the end, she went home alone; he had arranged for a driver to take her, while he went off to work.
She had planned to explain the incident at the Piano Store to him because she feared his anger, feared he would hold it against her and, like last time, make things difficult for her when he got home at night.
His heart was too cold; she simply couldn't believe that there was someone in the world who could warm it up—having dinner with her must have just been convenient for him.
As for his affection, his pampering, she never dared to hope for it.
