Charlotte Green frowned and pouted. Why was this man even more shameless than she had imagined, completely at odds with his big-boss image?
Left with no choice, she looked around again and summarized two words, "Cozy."
Kevin Cliff listened, paused slightly, and then his lips faintly curled up as he stood and pulled her up, "Let's go, we'll go out to eat."
Just letting her off like that?
Charlotte felt the freedom came too suddenly, somewhat incredulous.
"The code, watch closely." After leaving the room, he pulled her close, whispered gently into her ear, and then took her hand to press the numbers one by one.
528315—why did she feel like this combination of numbers concealed something?
Charlotte scoffed inwardly, must be overthinking it. Even if 528 was her birthday, it was also Little Abigail's death anniversary. How could it be related to her!
"Ouch!" Suddenly, a pain shot through her fingertip, and Charlotte couldn't help but yelp, reflexively pulling her hand back.
