Charlette’s P.O.V.
“Why did you insist on coming back, Char? You should have rested one more day. We will leave the day after tomorrow, and I want you in the right form by then.” Mr. Hoffman chided but looked at me worriedly when I approached.
“I am okay, Mr. Hoffman. They couldn’t injure me badly, and I am not made up of glass that I would break with some bruises.” I replied with a cheeky grin.
He glared at me, but his eyes still roamed all over my exposed skin for injuries.
“I am really okay, Mr. Hoffman.” I exclaimed annoyingly this time.
“That’s right. You are alright.” He mumbled and took a deep breath.
“So, are you planning to join the gym for two days?” he asked me while gesturing to me to sit down.
It wasn’t necessary, but I didn’t protest and sat down on the chair in front
