Charlotte hurriedly wiped her eyes and calmed herself down before responding to the door, "Coming."
She rose and opened the door.
"It's time to eat," Ethan said. When he looked up, he saw the redness in her eyes and paused slightly, gazing at her.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice softening as he lifted his finger, gently brushing Charlotte's slightly damp cheeks.
Charlotte instinctively flinched at the touch, taking a small step back.
"I'm fine," she mumbled, her voice thick with a stuffy nose. "Just got a little emotional over a TV show."
Ethan glanced at her. He remembered she had never watched TV series. She only watched movies, any kind of it.
He glanced at her phone on the table but didn't call her out. Instead, he raised his hand to wipe the corners of her eyes.
"Let's eat
