He was even prepared, if she refused, how he would persist relentlessly.
But after a while, Zoe Yale still stood motionlessly.
She didn't even look at him nor did she speak, just stood there like a monk in meditation.
What is... going on?
Did he scare her?
"Molly..."
Charles White was just about to say something when a small hand touched his forehead, an icy palm carefully felt it, then muttered with a perplexed look.
"It's not very hot, why are you talking nonsense?"
Charles White: "..."!!
He's serious, not having a fever!
"I'm not talking to you anymore, it's really late, I want to go home." Zoe Yale retracted her hand, pushed him aside, and walked out of the restaurant.
In her eyes, there was apparent panic.
She heard his confession.
But it was too surprising, too shocked, she couldn't even believe it herself...
