As their eyes met, Henry ultimately turned his blush-darkened face downward, a hesitation on his face that was unusual for him.
"What’s wrong?" Charlotte Thompson asked with a puzzled look, her beautiful face filled with confusion.
"Charlotte, actually that day, I wanted to tell you..."
Henry paused, recalling that bloody day that caused his heart to stutter.
He slowly lifted his eyes, looking firmly at Charlotte Thompson, and began to speak with a steady voice.
"My return to the country is not for any other reason, but for you."
Henry’s eyes were steady, his handsome face filled with deep affection, his peach blossom eyes rippling with emotions, as he silently stroked Charlotte Thompson’s hand.
Charlotte’s icy hand was wrapped in a fiery warmth.
She looked at the man in front of her, her eyes flickering. She saw the familiar face, which now held a depth of emotion that she couldn’t interpret.
Panic climbed in her heart, preceding even her shyness. Amazed, she involuntarily withdrew her hand, staring flustered at the space beyond him.
But the more she withdrew her hand, Henry’s grip tightened, as if wanting to fuse her with his own body.
Charlotte’s voice was gentle, like a spring breeze, gradually dispersing the frustration Henry had felt in recent days, along with the sadness in his heart.
He spoke a little impatiently, but with a softness in his eyes.
"Charlotte Thompson, I am pursuing you because I like you; I won’t force an answer from you, nor will I hold it over you that I saved your life. I leave the decision up to you, no matter what answer you give me, I will always reserve a place for you in my heart."
He spoke every word clearly, his gaze resolute and tender, his eyes filled with a faint smile, treasuring Charlotte Thompson as the most precious gem in his life.
In Charlotte’s heart, Henry had always been a close friend, but this sudden confession left her feeling uneasy.
She pondered before speaking, her eyes filled with unease. It took a long time for her to gather her thoughts.
"Actually, I..." Charlotte faltered, she wasn’t oblivious to the seriousness and determination in Henry’s eyes.
She remembered Henry as someone always calm and gentle, rarely showing such deep emotion. She didn’t know how to refuse him.
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Charlotte’s lips tightened, a faint flicker of resignation in her eyes. She lifted her gaze, her sparkling eyes filled with deliberation.
"Henry, you’re a wonderful man, as a friend, a partner, even potentially as a father to a child."
Charlotte spoke slowly, watching the man in front of her carefully, as if trying to discern some new emotion in his eyes.
"You saved me this time." Charlotte’s voice broke slightly.
She remembered that day, Henry, covered in blood, lying weakly in her arms; the subtle pain in her heart from that memory was hard to erase.
It’s as if someone was continuously reminding her of the sight of Henry stepping in front of danger to shield her.
"If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have been hurt . Ultimately, I hurt you. But my mind is a mess right now, don’t you see?"
"Henry, actually I came back to the country this time because I had many things to sort out. But after all that’s happened, I haven’t had a moment of peaceful thinking. Can you afford me that time? Allow me to think clearly about my affairs and our relationship."
Having pondered for a while, Charlotte feels this is the most suitable answer considering their future relationship.