Candice said helplessly, "There’s only fruit."
Charlie relaxed his furrowed brows and tapped lightly as if understanding something.
Candice thought he wouldn’t eat anymore, but then... he made a call to have ingredients delivered.
What time is it already!
How hungry must he be!
By the time the ingredients arrived and she finished preparing, it was already 11 o’clock.
Charlie ate quite heartily.
Watching him eat, Candice once thought her cooking might have been seriously underestimated — better than Jim’s, even worthy of reigning at a Michelin restaurant.
At 11:45 p.m.,
she was exhausted.
She hadn’t slept well the night before, had dozed off briefly in the afternoon, and now her eyelids were fighting to stay open. After going upstairs, she saw Charlie walking toward the study. Not
