Charlotte had stolen a glance at Leandro, not expecting the man to be looking at her as well.
The eyes of Sen Han, which were just cold, were indifferent at this moment, but they had lost some of their chill.
Leandro looked at the person beside him like a curious cat, couldn't help but press the palm of her hand with his fingertip, and dropped a sentence lightly in her ear: "Don't be afraid, you are Mrs. Romero."
Charlotte wasn't exactly scared, but she was truly nervous.
That day, all she met was Leandro's stepmother, and there was no one else around. Leandro and his stepmother had always been at odds, so she didn't need to put on a pleasant face for that stepmother. It was too satisfying to act aloof and weird.
But today was different, apart from Leandro's stepmother, there was also
