Chapter 121


    Charlotte followed Shane out of the old mansion in a daze. It wasn''t until she sat in the car that she


    regained her senses. She frowned as she looked at the man in the driver''s seat.


    "Actually, you shouldn''t have argued with Raina Fuller for me. It''s not worth it."


    After all, she''s doing it for your own good...


    Charlotte didn''t finish thinking the second half of the sentence. She lowered her head, not daring to


    look straight into his sharp and prating eyes.


    "It wasn''t for you."


    Shane hid the expression on his facepletely. Suddenly, he felt an itch on his back. There was a


    trace of coldness in his eyes.


    "It wasn''t for you..." Charlotte thought.


    These words kept echoing in Charlotte''s ears. Bitterness gradually spread out from through her


    mouth.


    Indeed, she felt that it was not worth it for such an outstanding man to do this for her. Charlotte was


    probably thinking too much.


    Why did she suddenly feel a pain in her heart?


    Shane concentrated on the itching on his back, which was spreading all over his body. He didn''t


    notice the pale face of the woman in the backseat.


    After the car stopped, Shane got out of it. He opened the door of the back seat and said with a


    nk expression, "I have to go out. Go into the house first."


    "Okay."


    Charlotte nodded, pretending as if nothing had happened. She turned her gaze toward Shane,


    clearly sensing that something wasn''t right with him.


    She clearly remembered that he didn''t drink just now, so why was his face so red?


    "What''s wrong with you?"


    Charlotte asked in confusion.


    "It''s okay, don''t wait for me toe home."


    After Shane gave the simple exnation, he didn''t even look at Charlotte''s slowing footsteps before


    driving away.


    Half an hourter, Shane parked the car in Fairfield Residence. He quickly opened the door and


    stepped out with his long legs.


    "Ding dong-Ding dong-"


    "Why are you here?"


    Henry looked at the person standing at the door and was even more puzzled.


    "Help me look at this."


    Shane gave a brief order and immediately took off his shirt, revealing the red and swollen tan skin


    all over his body.


    "God, what did you do?"


    Henry covered his mouth with his hands exaggeratedly. He stared at Shane''s back for a while, but it


    seemed that he was observing carefully.


    "Don''t talk nonsense. Get some medicine."


    Shane red coldly at expressionless Henry, but he had nowhere to vent the anger he felt in his


    heart.


    "Go get some medicine from the hospital. I don''t have any here," Henry muttered unhappily. When


    he noticed Shane''s cold re, he reluctantly walked to a table at the corner. He could not help but


    comin, "What on earth did you eat?"


    "Don''t look at me like that. I''m not interested in your private life. It''s just because, as a doctor, I care


    for my patients. Do you understand?"


    Henry was almost thrown into a panic. He shrugged innocently.


    "I ate some onions." "Do you think I''m stupid? I know that you never touch onions. It''s at least 100


    meters away from you when others eat it."


    Henry could not help but roll his eyes.


    Shane didn''t exin. When he felt the cold ointment on his back, much of the anxiety in his heart


    dissipated.


    Ten minutester, Henry put a box of pills in Shane''s line of sight as if nothing had happened. He


    advised, "I just bought it yesterday, but I''m not omnipotent. If you cause this problem again, go to


    the hospital directly."


    Shane acted as if he didn''t hear anything. When he redid hisst shirt button, he raised his eyes


    and nced at Henry, who was still trying to say something. Shane had no intention of leaving.


    "What are you doing here? It''s not a big deal. You don''t need to be hospitalized."


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    Henry waved his hand curiously.


    "Let me stay in the guest room."


    "Why not?"


    Henry raised his voice suddenly. He saw that Shane was not joking. Then, he asked, "Your house is


    many timesrger than mine. This small ce won''t befortable for you." Although Henry was


    Shane''s personal doctor, most of the time, they treated each other as friends.


    "Where is the guest room?"


    "I''m really impressed by you. Let me take you there."


    Henry reluctantly opened the door to the guest room. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "I heard


    that Mrs. Fuller Senior has returned to the country today. Why aren''t you staying at the old


    mansion?"


    "Charlotte should have gone too, right?"


    Henry smiled wickedly when he suddenly came to a realization. He patted his forehead lightly and


    continued, "Did she give you the onions? I knew that you wouldn''t eat it yourself, unless..."


    "Are you finished?" Shane said emotionlessly as he took out his phone and scrolled through it.


    "No, I''ve only just realized that Charlotte means something special to you."


    Henry put his arms around his chest and gave a devilish smile.


    "How is she special?"


    "You''ve exposed your weakness, Shane. Haven''t you realized that you''re changing based on how


    you feel? I told you that some time ago, now... you''d better think about it yourself."


    Henry shook his head, closed the door, and walked out.


    Shane did not refute what Henry said. His eyes suddenly focused on a photo he had taken


    identally. The same white figure and clean aura were simr to that of the girl from five years


    ago.


    It wasn''t the first time that he suspected that the girl from back then was Charlotte, but his theory


    waspletely overturned by the paternity test.


    On her end, Charlotte was sitting alone on arge soft bed. She wrapped her arms wrapped around


    her legs as she ced her exquisite face on her knees.


    She had not heard the sound of the car returning the entire time. Charlotte felt a little uneasy in her


    heart.


    "Ms. Jenny, is Shane back?"


    With a nket draped over her shoulders, Charlotte stood at the head of the stairs and asked the


    woman in the living room softly.


    "Mrs. Fuller, Mr. Fuller hasn''te back yet. You should go to bed first."


    Ms. Jenny looked at Charlotte with some sadness and immediately exined, "Mr. Fuller will


    sometimes workte at the office, and even sleep there at night, so you should just go to sleep. I will


    turn off the lights."


    "There''s no need."


    Charlotte immediately shook her head and said, "It''s better to leave a light on. What if hees


    back..."


    "Alright."


    Ms. Jenny nodded, feeling gratified. She thought about how to tell Mr. Fuller about this matter.


    Charlotte returned to her room. From time to time, she would walk to the balcony and take a look


    into the dark night outside.


    Should she call him to show her concern? In return for him teaching her how to use the oven?


    No, she couldn''t call him. Maybe he was out partying with some other woman? She would


    embarrass herself then.


    Why did she fall for him? When the contract was over, the two of them would have nothing to do


    with each other...


    Frustrated, Charlotte massaged her temples. She reached out her hand only to pull it back once


    more.