Charlotte always had the habit of keeping manuscripts.
I frantically dug out the original manuscript she had left with me. She had warned me not to open it without her permission.
I was annoyed at my stupidity. If she hadn't recognized me, why would she have left something so important with me?
This was also the first time I had seriously read her novel.
The second part wasn't a sequel to the first, but a retelling from the second female lead's perspective.
However, the more I read, the more something felt off.
It was the complete opposite of the previous story. The seemingly perfect childhood sweetheart couple in the eyes of outsiders were, in reality, a toxic pair bound by the male lead's family power and manipulation.
The outwardly gentle and courteous male lead was a wolf in she
