Charlotte panicked, hastily covering the box and placing it behind her.
She had just put the box behind her when Leandro had already come over.
Leandro's gaze swept over her hastily withdrawn hand and slowly moved to her face, looking at her with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "What did Ms. Farrell give you?"
Charlotte was very guilty and afraid that Leandro would see that thing. "No, it's nothing, just clothes," she said.
"Is that so?"
He said, as he walked over to the counter, poured a glass of water, and took a sip before looking back at her, "Is Ms. Farrell dissatisfied with me in any way?"
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Charlotte looked at him puzzledly, "No, I don't."
Elizabeth had no complaints about him, right?
He put down the cup and looked at the remnants she had left on the table after opening
