This sudden turn of events plunged the atmosphere into an unprecedented awkwardness. Charlotte, who had seen all sorts of situations in her life, had truly never seen anything like this before!
Her face flushed, she propped herself up from the bed and sat back down, "Mr. Romero, I'm sorry, I didn't sit properly."
Leandro looked at him thoughtfully, a rare glimpse of his master's mood visible in his unfathomable dark eyes, "Does Ms. Bernard need to take a bath before we talk?"
It was already summer in Aelmere in June, and Charlotte, due to her injured leg, wore skirts every day.
Today was no exception for her, she was wearing a chiffon dress, which was soft and skin-friendly, very comfortable.
The chiffon fabric stained with red wine was not so comfortable. The chiffon at the chest was
