Robert Stephens toyed with her icy fingertips, as if intentionally trying to scare her, using his lukewarm fingers to gently pinch her temperatureless fingertips.
Charlotte Smith felt somewhat afraid, somewhat helpless, and somewhat bewildered.
"You are always so soft-hearted towards that person. Ryan Smith is too, and even wants to plead for him." His tone softened, "When he saw I was about to make a move on him, he specially traveled a great distance to warn him. You're so deeply affectionate, yet my foolish brother only sent you back." He slightly raised his head, his voice carrying a touch of laziness, his gaze resting on her pale face, softly asking, "Are you heartbroken, Charlotte?"
Charlotte Smith whispered, "I'm not heartbroken."
"..." Robert Stephens paused and laughed softly, releasing her hand, turning his head to look out at the moonlit night outside the window, his tone cooled a bit, "What did he say?"
