Chapter 80 A Battlefield Or Charlie's Playground?
- Candice immediately stood up with a smile and picked up the wine glass. “Our president has a cold and can’t drink. I’ll drink it for him.”
- Just as the glass was about to touch her lips, a slender, fair hand took it from hers. “No need. Sit down,” came a voice that was calm but somehow carried a hint of protectiveness.
- Charlie returned the glass to the table.