It Felt as if He Were Drinking Loneliness Instead of Wine

Charlotte cried, "President Stevens, do you have some sort of misunderstanding about gentleness?"

As soon as she spoke, an authoritative female voice sounded. "Miss Johnson, I want to talk to you."

Madam Lydia had appeared in the corner of the hall at some point.

She stood there like an exquisite, beautiful painting.

She had happened to hear the conversation between Henry and Charlotte just now.

And it just so happened that she had only heard the last few sentences.

Charlotte saw that Madam Lydia wanted to speak to her, and she was relieved.

Although Madam Lydia didn't seem to like her very much and her expression was not that pleasant, it was better than staying with a dangerous person like Henry.

Charlotte immediately walked towards Madam Lydia.

Seeing Charlotte's eager appearance, Henry contemplated.

Was this woman that anxious to please her future "mother-in-law"?

After a while, Henry also walked over to them.