Chapter 67
- Charlotte retracted the finger that had just brushed past her lips, always feeling as if the touch of a man's lips still lingered on her fingertip.
- She pressed her palm with her finger, looking at Leandro, and nodded, "I've made up my mind, but for this matter, there's no need to bother Mr. Romero."
- She had just spoken to Leandro like that, but she was not actually seeking help.