Lost control
Abigail’s smile froze, and she dropped her hands instantly. She turned around to look back at him, utterly bewildered.
“What?” Her eyebrows pulled together while staring at him suspiciously.
Charles cracked a smile and approached her one step at a time. “Your face was flushed, and you looked tipsy. I thought you would feel refreshed if you get some fresh air. So I bring you here.”
His tone was gentle, and it sounded like a melodious tune to her. She could hear him speaking all the time. He brought her here with this intention. She was happy to know that he cared about her. But still, a few questions arose in her mind. Why did he care for her? Was it because she was his boss’s fiancee or was there something else? She stared at him with confusion. She was eager to
