He picked it up, glanced at it for a moment, and that warm smile spread across his face again.
"Hmm? What were you saying?"
"I was the one who saved—"
Before I could finish, he cut me off.
"I need to go to the study. Something urgent came up."
His tone was casual.
"I'll come back to keep you company later. You can tell me then, okay?"
He leaned down and kissed me, just like always. His smile was gentle.
But his attention never left his phone. Not once did he spare me a glance.
Forget it.
Charles, you and I were never meant to be.
Two hours later, he fell into a deep sleep in my arms.
I slipped out of bed carefully and left the room.
The house was silent, the night deep. This was my best chance to escape.
Even without evidence, I had to go to the police.
I couldn't let Grandpa suffer for nothing. I couldn't let the people who hurt him walk free.
The night air bit cold against my skin as I rushed to the nearest police station to file a report.
After I finished giving my statement, Charles appeared.
He draped a coat over my shoulders.
"I'm so sorry about this."
He offered the officers an apologetic smile.