Entering the living room of the apartment, Charlotte Thompson naturally made herself comfortable on the sofa, while Henry Hudson, trailing behind, handed her a glass of water.
Accepting the glass, the welcoming warmth flowed continuously into her palm. Leaning back, Charlotte watched as Henry took a seat across from her.
His lips curling up slightly, he asked, "What brought you here today?"
At his words, Charlotte pressed her lips together and gave a somewhat embarrassed smile. "I’ve been meaning to visit for a while, but just haven’t found the time."
With the constantly delayed progress at the company, it wasn’t until recently that she managed to catch up and find the time to reconnect with Henry.
And with the sudden opportunity presented by a variety TV show, she simply thought she should let him know.
Hearing her response, a subtle, pleasant surprise flickered in Henry’s eyes.
Clearing her throat, Charlotte gripped her cup, took a few seconds to collect her thoughts, and then began to speak slowly.
"I plan to participate in a variety show," she paused, then added, "what do you think?"
A hint of surprise crossed Henry’s eyes, followed by a questioning tone.
From what he knew, Charlotte was not really interested in this sort of thing.
After thinking for a bit, he replied lightly, "How come you decided to join in?" The source of this content ɪs NovєlFіre.net
Hearing his question, of course, Charlotte was too embarrassed to admit that she was moved by the lunch Lincoln Smith had sent her. She pondered for a few seconds and said, "The offer was too generous to refuse, and their attitude was really sincere."
As she finished speaking, a hint of amusement passed through Henry’s eyes.
He knew Charlotte too well, and could discern the veracity of her words in an instant.
No doubt the offer was indeed generous, and their approach was sincere, but those weren’t the main reasons.
If she wouldn’t say it, then he wouldn’t ask either.
After sharing her news, Charlotte seemed to run out of things to talk about, while Henry remained silent.
A somewhat odd, awkward ambiance permeated the air. The two sat across from each other, Henry bearing an unbelievably calm expression.
The chirping of birds seeping in from the window, crisp and clear, seemingly heralding the arrival of a new season.
Slightly pressing her lips together, as if suddenly remembering something, she raised her eyes to Henry and asked, "When I got here, you had just returned from outside...."
The rest of her sentence was left unsaid, curiosity apparent in her eyes.
In response, Henry chuckled lightly. Flicking some nonexistent dust off his sleeve cuff, he softly said, "There was a lot to do at the hospital; I ended up working all night by accident."
Upon hearing this, Charlotte finally noticed the signs of deep fatigue beneath his eyes and the beginning traces of stubble on his chin.
A strange sensation filled her heart, and with a small frown, she asked, "Haven’t you eaten yet?"
With a nonchalant nod, he replied, "It doesn’t really matter if I don’t, I’m used to it."
Upon hearing this, Charlotte scowled deeply. Standing up as she spoke, she declared, "How can you not eat? Wait here, I’ll cook for you."
Henry was about to object when he noticed Charlotte heading towards the kitchen and closed his mouth, the corner of his lips slightly lifting instead.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen...
Charlotte opened the refrigerator to whip up a couple of dishes, only to find it almost empty – only a few eggs and some ginger and garlic were lying deserted.
Upon seeing this, the hand she was about to reach into the fridge froze in place.
Right, Henry didn’t cook much at home.