Wester opened the door to see Charlotte standing outside with a troubled expression and couldn't help but frown in concern.
Charlotte suddenly snapped back to reality, her gaze flickering slightly, "I brought dinner up."
"Mm," Wester didn't suspect anything and nodded as he left.
Charlotte gently pushed open the door to the study, quietly closed it behind her, and tiptoed inside.
The study was very imposing; it was filled with a classical charm that combined seamlessly with modern elements, neither feeling out of place.
Him, sitting in front of the desk, was deeply absorbed in his work, serious and focused, his thin lips pressed into a stern line that deterred any casual interruption.
For a moment, she didn't know whether to bring the food over to him or to set it down on the coffee table first.
"Put it on the coffee table," the man deeply engrossed in his work suddenly said without lifting his head.
She jumped at his voice and hurried to do as instructed.
