The box was left with just Leandro and Charlotte, and Charlotte finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When she sat down in the wheelchair, she couldn't help but notice the lipstick mark on Leandro's collar.
"Mr. Romero, could you lower your head?"
Leandro glanced at her, didn't respond, and simply bent down.
The man suddenly moved closer, a crisp woody scent following him. Charlotte pinched her own heated earlobe.
"Your collar was a bit crooked."
She didn't dare to look at Leandro, she just reached out directly.
Charlotte was indeed guilty, her hand trembled uncontrollably for a moment.
She quickly flipped up the collar, then folded it back down, finally adjusting it to barely cover the lipstick mark. Only then did she withdraw her hand, "Alright, Mr. Romero."
After all, lying, Charl
