"I made you drink a glass of wine," Charles White's thin lips slightly parted.
"No, no problem, you did it to save me... No need to feel guilty..." Zoe Yale opened her eyes hazily, her pure gaze looking at him like a child.
Suddenly, as if she remembered something, her eyes widened.
"So, you knew I was secretly holding the wine in my mouth but didn't expose me? You're a good person!"
A drunk Zoe Yale was like a child with zero intelligence.
Even her speech began to slur.
Her petite body curled up like a fox, burrowing toward warmth.
As she nestled in, she found her way into Charles White's arms.
The entire person leaned against his chest, tightly clinging to it without letting go.
"..." Charles White's eyes darkened.
Good person?
If she knew he was the one who pushed her, would she still think he's a good person?
Charles White met her clear gaze, and for the first time, he felt regret for having used someone.
The car quickly arrived at his apartment.
