Thinking that, perhaps by the time he comes out, she would have been scared away by him...
He didn't know how long it was before Charles White turned off the splash, reached for the bath towel, wiped the water droplets off his body, got dressed, and stepped out of the Bathroom.
He liked her.
He was very clear that whether she was an ordinary newcomer in the workplace or Miss Yale, she was just herself.
His encounter with her was like a drama.
He didn't know her identity, and she didn't know his.
Yet they were silently and unconsciously attracted to each other...
He wanted to tell her everything with his own lips, to ask her if she was willing to date him...
Charles White shook his short hair, saw the Bedroom door slightly ajar, and walked over.
Just as he reached the doorway, he caught a glimpse of a petite figure in front of the Bookshelf, head down, looking at something.
Her Shoulder was trembling, as if she were crying...
Was it because of what happened earlier?
