Charlotte turned her head in confusion and immediately caught sight of a figure that looked both familiar and strange.
The man arched his brow slightly and teased her in a gentle voice.
"Finally awake, huh? What, did your stomach finally start complaining too loudly to ignore?"
Hearing this, Charlotte felt a flash of embarrassment.
He wasn't wrong—she was starving.
Before she could speak, the man stood up to pour her a glass of warm water before adjusting the head of her bed to a comfortable incline.
"Here, drink some water first."
Charlotte took the glass and, after taking a few sips, couldn't help but look at the man curiously.
"Wait... who are you?"
She felt as though she knew him, yet she couldn't recall who he was.
Joshua Swanson's handsome brows knitted imperceptibly. As he
