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The night <b>was </b><b>deep</b><b>, </b><b>and </b>the <b>warm </b>yellow indoor lights diffused a thin mist on the ss, blending with the cold tones of the street scene, as if coated with <b>a </b><byer </b>of <b>filter</b><b>. </b>
The two of them had dinner together, and Charlotte called the waiter over. to pay the bill.
<b>After </b>settling the bill, Reynald <b>sped </b>his hands together and rested them on his chin, This time I didn’t deceive you, did I? I brought you back.”
Charlotte smiled satisfactorily, “Relieved.”
The two of them walked out of the restaurant, and Reynald very gentlemanly held the door open for her.
Charlotte also did not forget to say thank you.
He walked behind Charlotte, nced at his phone and asked, “Where did you park <b>your </b>car?”
There were no parking spaces, so I parked at the downhill intersection ahead.”
“I apanied you.”
Charlotte turned to look at him, about to say something, when suddenly a motorcycle came rushing out from not <b>far </b>away.
“Be careful,” Reynald reached out and pulled her<b>, </b>catching her off guard <b>as </b>she stumbled into his arms.
She could even feel the wind whistling past her as the motorcycle zoomed past her.
Extremely <b>fast </b>speed.
Charlotte was undecided, until a man’s voice came from above, “Are you okay? Scared?”
She suddenly came to her senses, broke away from his embrace, her <b>face </b>slightly pale, “I was indeed scared… luckily you helped me.”
Reynald nced towards <b>where </b>the motorcycle had disappeared and said, “Young people these <b>days</b>, they don’t <b>care </b>about their lives<b>.</b><b>” </b>
“Okay, I’m almost there too,” Charlotte adjusted <b>her </b>posture<b>, </b>slinging her bag over her shoulder and looking at him, “You don’t need to <b>apany </b>me, I <b>can </b>go by myself.”
Reynald nodded, Then I will watch you <b>leave</b><b>, </b>so I can be <b>at </b>ease.”
Charlotte walked up to the <b>parked </b><b>car</b><b>, </b>got in, nced out the window, <b>and </b>then drove the car <i>away</i>.
<b>Reynald </b>watched <b>as </b><b>her </b><b>car </b>disappeared from view, then looked down at a message on her phone.
Charlotte pushed open the bedroom <b>door</b><b>, </b>and <b>Jaxson </b><b>had </b>just walked out of the <b>bathroom</b>.
He wrapped <b>a </b><b>bath </b>towel around his waist <b>and </b>abdomen<b>, </b>revealing his <b>broad </b>upper body, which was still wet.
She <b>had </b>seen his <b>figure </b>before<b>, </b>and <b>it </b><b>could </b>be said <b>that </b><b>every </b>inch of <b>muscle </b><b>on </b>his <b>body </b><b>had </b>just the right sense of lines<b>, </b>a very moderate <b>degree </b>of muscrity<b>, </b>neither <b>appearing </b><b>exaggerated </b>nor <b>overly </b><b>robust</b>.
The two locked <b>eyes</b><b>, </b><b>and </b>Charlotte’s <b>expression </b>stiffened slightly <b>as </b>she <b>asked</b>, “You… at home<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Itpletely took her by <b>surprise</b>.
“I <b>wasn’t </b>at home, where was <b>I</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>Jaxson ran his fingers through his short hair<b>, </b>pushing back the wet strands. His <b>deep </b><b>eyes</b><b>, </b>like the sea, had no <b>harbor </b><b>to </b>anchor, only bottomless abyss.
A nce<b>, </b><b>all </b>heart–stopping.
Charlotte unconsciously averted her <b>gaze</b><b>, </b>“Then I’ll go to the guest room.”
“Where is the hairdryer.”
She retreated to the door, heard him <b>ask </b>a question, and replied, “On the shelf.”
“Which shelf.”
“You don’t know?” Charlotte asked in confusion. “Then how did you use it before<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Naturally air–dried<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Charlotte realized that he had never used the hairdryer at home, which is why the position where she ced it <b>after </b>each use had never changed direction
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<b>for </b>the <b>next </b><b>use</b><b>. </b>
She walked <b>into </b>the bedroom and headed towards the closet.
The hairdryer <b>was </b>ced on the third shelf of thepartment in the cloakroom.
Charlotte handed him the hairdryer and then left.
There was no othermunication from beginning to end.
The next <b>day</b>, Charlotte <b>had </b>not yet woken up when thewyer’s phone call came in. She answered the call still groggy, not fully awake until he mentioned the photos<b>.</b>”
Charlotte finally opened her eyespletely, sat up, and asked,“A_photo?”
“Mrs. Hamilton, you are now trending on social media. Although you were secretly married to Mr. Hamilton, you were caught cheating during the marriage, which is not favorable to your agreement before the divorce<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Charlotte clicked on the hot search.
It wasst night that she <b>was </b>almost hit by a motorcycle, Reynald pulled her and she happened to bump into the photo in someone’s arms.
The scandalous girlfriend of Mr. Steward <b>was </b>alsobeled as “Mr. Steward’s rumored girlfriend exposed her face<b>“</b>.
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