When she got home, without Leandro having to say anything, Charlotte changed her shoes and ran to the guest room.
She took out her diary and saw the lock on it, suddenly realizing that even if Leandro knew it was a diary, he didn't have the key and couldn't read it.
He really had never read her diary before!
How would he know those things?
Did he really dream about her in his dream?
Charlotte took out her middle school notebook and carried it towards the master bedroom.
Leandro brought a glass of water and handed it to her, his gaze falling on the notebook in her lap, and he raised an eyebrow slightly, "A diary?"
Charlotte took the glass of water and felt a little embarrassed. "This is my middle school diary," she said.
Leandro took the notebook but didn't open it immediately. "Can
