After dinner, Ryan retreated to his room. Charlotte followed closely behind, her footsteps echoing through the mansion's corridors.
Ryan stopped outside his door, turning to face Charlotte. "Why are you following me?" His tone was neutral..
Charlotte's gaze locked onto his, her expression unreadable. "My wish.."
Upon hearing her words, Ryan turned around and quietly stared at her.
A hint of blush bloomed across her face in her uneasiness about it. "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"
"Who is it that you like?" asked the man out of the blue.
His face looking all solemn.
"Huh?"
She was caught off guard by that question.
Her slightly reddened face instantly flushed red. "About that, I..."
The lass suddenly felt somewhat shy and embarrassed.
She was caught in a dilemma, wondering if she should confess to him.
"Ryan, I... The person whom I actually like is..."
"Hm?"
