He carried her down, naturally wrapping his arms around her as they headed to the dining room, and with a snap of his fingers commanded the maid to cover the piano.
Breakfast, as usual, was quiet.
"I'm granting you one wish, except for a divorce," he said suddenly at the until-then silent table, his tone magnanimous.
Charlotte paused, frowning slightly as she looked at him.
"If you think this is compensation, you're wrong. I won't make amends for what happened that night, because it was your mistake to begin with. Since we're talking about a wish, it's about your birthday wish," Kevin Cliff clarified, seeing through her thoughts.
"No make-up can erase memories," Charlotte replied and continued eating her breakfast without looking up.
"..."
The silence returned.
After a while, Charlotte finished her porridge, wiped her hands, and raised her head to say, "I want absolute freedom!"
She knew that putting on airs in front of him was just like making a monkey dance.
