Charlotte slept in the guest roomst night and had a good night’s rest.


    It wasn’t until the next morning’s mealtime that she saw Jaxson at the table, looking like he hadn’t slept well, a rare hint of fatigue showing on his fair and handsome face<b>. </b>


    <b>Anna </b>brought breakfast<b>, </b>expecting Charlotte to take it from her as she usually did, but when she saw her indifferent reaction, she was also taken aback.


    Seem to have sensed the subtle rtionship between the two.


    Did we have a fight?


    Jaxson buttoned his cuff, his gaze fixed on the breakfast on the table, and suddenly he remembered how she used to wake up early to make breakfast for him whenever he stayed at Heavenwood Apartments.


    But now it seems….


    She got upter than him.


    He picked up the knife and fork slowly, watching her eat by herself as if he didn’t exist, his thin lips pursed tightly, feeling a little annoyed, and then put down the utensils.


    “Mr. Hamilton, was breakdast not to your liking?”


    Anna <b>was </b>a little worried.


    This breakfast was <b>not </b>up to standard, will it not be deducted?


    Charlotte paused for a moment, saying nothing.


    “No appetite.”


    Jaxson got up, picked up his coat from the back of the chair, and left.


    Anna hesitated, watching the door close heavily, then turned back with a look of grievance. “Mrs. Hamilton, did did I make a bad breakfast today?”


    Charlotte shook her head helplessly, Anna, don’t overthink it, he lost his appetite not because of breakfast.”


    Anna looked embarrassed, with a silly smile on her face, “That’s good, as long as it doesn’t cost any money.”


    Thinking for a moment, she said, “And don’t me me for being nosy, Mrs. Hamilton, I can tell that Mr. Hamilton cares about you, otherwise he wouldn’t be so <b>angry </b>


    Charlotte was stunned.


    Did Jason care about her?


    This is probably the funniest joke ever.


    Her expression stiffened, “Anna, are you… mistaken?


    “How could I be mistaken? When Mr. Hamilton used to <b>have </b>breakfast here before, you would always <b>care </b>about whether Mr. Hamilton was eating well


    and sleeping well. I could see it all. Mr. Hamilton is upset today because you didn’t <b>ask </b>him anything, right?”