Leandro looked at the sudden appearance of Hanna, a hint of dissatisfaction flickering in his dark eyes. "Hanna, Lottie, this is the daughter of my mother's good friend."
"This is my wife, Charlotte."
"Hello, Ms. Norton."
Charlotte realized it and smiled at Hanna.
Hanna looked at her, "I was a little rude just now, I hope I didn't scare you, Ms. Bernard."
She said, her gaze shifting towards Leandro, "I won't disturb you anymore."
With that, Hanna kicked her feet and the white horse carried her away.
Charlotte turned her head and thought about what Hanna had just called out, "Lance." She felt a sourness in her chest, as if someone had squeezed a drop of lemon juice into it.
She didn't know if she was being oversensitive, but she always felt that Hanna was doing it on purpose.
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