Charlotte didn't answer his question directly for the first time. She got up, walked to the window, and looked at the cars passing by on the street below. "Do you want me to see it, or not?"
"I hope you didn't see that."
She gave a light hum and said, "So you really did something wrong?"
"No."
Charlotte didn't believe: "What are you afraid of letting me see?"
"Because I couldn't hug you, I was afraid you would cry secretly."
A deep male voice came out from the phone, Charlotte felt like he was talking right next to her.
She lowered her eyes and said, "I saw it."
After a pause, Charlotte said quietly, "I'm feeling a bit upset."
Even though she believed he didn't really have anything with that female celebrity, the thought of him letting a woman into his room in the middle of the night just made Charlotte unable to be happy.
"Last night I had a dinner party, I got drunk."
Leandro patiently explained, "I called room service, left the door open when I entered, and she just pushed the door
