Charlotte pursed her lips, too lazy to argue with him: "I've packed everything. What I'm taking with me is in those two boxes."
Leandro averted his gaze, "I had the driver come up."
He spoke, paused, and looked at her right lower leg, which, although the cast had been removed, was still wrapped in bandages, "Could Mrs. Romero go downstairs by herself?"
Charlotte looked puzzled, "Didn't I just go upstairs by myself?"
Leandro's keystrokes suddenly paused, he abruptly put his phone back into his pocket and walked over to her.
Charlotte watched him lean over, feeling as if the oxygen in front of her was being squeezed out by his fresh woody scent, leaving her breathless, "What's wrong?"
"Weren't you just complaining that I didn't lift you up?"
He spoke, his hand already resting on her w
