The man's lips were tightly pressed together, just like when she had first seen him—cold, imposing, and inviolable.
A cup of warm water was thrust into her hands, and she quickly grasped it, realizing it was from him.
She stared blankly at the warm water in her hands as if he had given it warmth, suddenly spreading warmth throughout her.
"Congratulations," his tightly pursed lips sparingly parted to speak.
Charlotte Green's heart ached with a sudden pang of pain—so alien, so unyielding, even more distant and strange than when she had been forced to hurt him previously.
Did he really look down on her that much?
All at once, Charlotte felt unbearably self-conscious as she nervously drank the water he had given her, trying to warm herself with it.
The man across from her stared at her without blinking.
After drinking the whole cup of water, Charlotte found the courage to face him again.
