It wasn't Gavin Turner, but the icy Kevin Cliff! And it was a black-faced, frosty Kevin Cliff at that!
What was he here for? Could it be that he had something unsaid that night and now he wanted to come and clarify things with her?
"Do you, have something to say?"
She couldn't bring herself to either hate or love him, yet the first glimpse of him reignited her yearning like a tidal surge.
But she believed she hid it well.
With a cold expression, Kevin Cliff was about to step inside when Charlotte Green smartly blocked his path with outstretched arms, "Sorry, if there's something to discuss, we can talk here, it's not really convenient."
"Not convenient? Is it because there's another man that it's inconvenient?" Kevin Cliff sneered, insistent on entering, but she stood her ground firmly, refusing to let him.
"One!" He began to count.
