Charlotte glanced at the clock on the wall, puzzled to see it was already past eleven.
"What can I do for you?" she asked.
"Open the door first," came the calm and even tone. Ethan's voice was not loud but with a firm and compelling undertone.
Charlotte frowned in confusion, hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and opened the door.
Ethan stood at the entrance, now dressed in a slightly casual long black coat.
His gaze fell on her face as she opened the door, deep and tranquil, with a hint of inquiry.
Charlotte felt somewhat bewildered by his gaze, even her words stumbled out. "What... what's wrong?"
Ethan didn't speak and just looked at her with those deep, tranquil eyes.
Charlotte felt so weird by his scrutiny that her wide eyes were tinged with a hint of discomfort.
"You
