Chapter 91

Charlotte sat on the couch. She puffed her cheeks in frustration as she flipped through a newly bought comic book. She wasn't actually reading it. Her mind was too clouded with anger to process a single page. From the staircase, steady footsteps echoed through the quiet space. It was Daniel. Charlotte huffed. That annoying man was already home. She scooted further onto the couch, turning her back toward the door. She didn't want to see his face. After finishing the dance, Daniel suddenly found himself yearning to see Charlotte. With all the year-end work piling up, he had barely spoken to her properly these past few days. He hadn't even read her a bedtime story. So when he was stuck at the gala, surrounded by high-level executives toasting endlessly, he used work as an excuse to slip away. "I'm back," he announced cheerfully. The person on the couch didn't move. She didn't even look at him. The air around her was off. "What's wrong?" He crouched beside her, his hand instinct