"Because you were Mrs. Romero."
After a pause, Leandro spoke again.
Charlotte's face turned bright red. She was embarrassed to admit that she had just accidentally indulged in a bit of narcissism.
"Next time, if there's anything you don't understand, just ask directly. There's no need to keep guessing on your own."
After speaking, he lifted his leg and left.
Charlotte watched his retreating figure, propping her chin, gazing at the orange-red sunset in the distance, falling into a new confusion.
Was Leandro angry again?
How did I offend him?
Was this man a bit too quick to anger?
Of course, these questions were destined to have no answers.
Whether Leandro was angry or not that day, Charlotte could never get a definitive answer.
Living with Leandro wasn't as terrible as Charlotte
