An idea was brewing in Charlotte Shaw's mind.
For the past two days, she had been wandering around the villa with nothing to do. She went from the bathroom to the kitchen, and after finishing that circuit, she would go wander into Willow Quincy's room.
She paced back and forth in the area where Willow Quincy was working.
The soft patter of her footsteps constantly echoed in his ears, making it impossible for him to concentrate on his work.
Helpless, he had no choice but to take Charlotte Shaw's hand and coax her gently. "Sonia, you've been pacing around my room for two days. Is there something you want to tell me?"
"Tsk..." Charlotte Shaw frowned in annoyance and pulled her hand out of Willow Quincy's grasp.
"No."
Willow Quincy patiently asked again, "Then is there something you want?"
Charlotte Shaw clasped her hands behind her back. Her expression was cold, and she refused to even look at him. "That's not it either."
