The man's voice had deepened considerably, even carrying a hint of restrained hoarseness.
Charlotte felt inexplicably guilty and didn't dare to bother him anymore: "Then you sleep."
"Be quiet."
"Understood."
She wasn't that noisy, was she?
The carriage suddenly fell silent, Charlotte turned her head to look out the window, her mood beginning to flutter.
She had grown so old, yet she had never lived with a man.
Although it was said that their marriage was a sham and their cohabitation was just for show, they were still living under the same roof after all. Moreover, the person she was living with was Leandro, anyone would be flustered in her place!
And there was Leandro's one-bedroom villa...
The carriage space was small, and the woody scent from Leandro beside me became increasing
