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Hangs up the phone.
Charlotte Knight's eyes were wet with tears as she fell into Alexander Kingsley's arms.
He wasn't particularly good at comforting people; to be precise, he was only good at comforting rascals. For the first time, he found himself at a loss as a woman cried in his arms.
"Don't cry, what's wrong?" He didn't know what Lucas Knight had said to her.
Judging by past management, could it be that the Crown Prince had been harsh to her?
Did he scold her with an authoritative tone, telling her if she loves him or not?
"Stop crying, it won't look good with your eyes all swollen..."
"Oh..." As Alexander Kingsley teased, she cried even more but also managed to smile, "Alexander Kingsley... you actually said I don't look good..."
"You look good, very good—"
"Snowy sister looks the best—"
