Charles, where are you?
If you don't come soon, I really can't hold on...
Zoe Yale silently wailed in her heart, but her gaze caught sight of a handsome figure, walking in from the café's entrance.
She excitedly stood up from her seat.
Charles White was dressed in a white suit, noble and handsome, with short black hair that flew freely.
As soon as he entered the café, he drew everyone's attention.
Especially the single women...
Even the female receptionist stared at him speechlessly.
Yet his eyes immediately zeroed in on Zoe Yale's position, his hand in his pocket, as he stepped towards her.
"Charles..."
"Missed me? Looking at me so eagerly, waiting for me to carry you home, huh?" Charles White stood before her, seeing her dazed eyes, and bent down to kiss her on the forehead.
Seeing that she was still stunned, he took the liberty to steal another kiss on her lips.
