As soon as the words left his lips, Charles White regretted it.
Truly loving someone makes you act cautiously and like treading on thin ice.
On one hand, you want to know the truth; on the other, you're afraid that the truth is more than you can bear.
If he didn't ask, he could still comfort himself, thinking it was just something from childhood, and after all these years, people with poor memory might not even remember.
Let alone caring about such a small matter.
But if Zoe Yale really told him she had a childhood sweetheart she's been thinking about all these years, what would he do?
Let go?
He couldn't do it...
Thinking of this, Charles White tightened his grip on her arm, as if he wanted to absorb her into his body and make her part of himself.
"Ouch..." Zoe Yale couldn't help but let out a soft cry, and Charles White immediately came to his senses, letting go of his grip.
He looked at her nervously.
