"..." Zoe Yale immediately tensed up, quickly shaking her head.
She agreed to help Charles White back then to make sure his mother would recover soon. If they got exposed now, wouldn't it all be for nothing?
"Molly, to prevent my mom from finding out, we might need to share a room tonight." Charles put the tableware on the dishwashing station and walked back to Zoe, his hands braced on the arms of her chair.
His dark eyes, as enchanting as a spell, glimmered with a dim light, staring at her without blinking.
Like a hunter locked onto its prey…
"Share a room..." Zoe repeated his words blankly, as if she didn't understand.
When she raised her head, Charles's gaze had turned forlorn, a look of worry for his mother in his eyes, gazing straight at her, waiting for her answer.
The refusal lingered at the tip of Zoe's tongue but got stuck there.
