Charlotte looked out the car window, not daring to act up anymore.
Fortunately, it wasn't long before the car stopped downstairs at the Bernard's villa.
Charlotte glanced at the man beside her, took off her coat, and put it aside, "Mr. Romero, I'm home."
The man slowly opened his eyes, glanced out the car window, then turned his head to look at her: "Let's go back, rest early, sweet dreams."
"Alright, I've gotten out of the car, Mr. Romero. Sweet dreams to you too."
Seeing him return to normal, Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief.
She might just be cursed, unable to bear Leandro's tenderness, it was too strange, even with a hint of ambiguity.
Charlotte pushed open the car door and got out. The driver had already unfolded her wheelchair and placed it next to the car door. As soon as
