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Charlotte's face had taken on a rosy hue from all the drinking. Even Eli joined in, offering her a drink and declaring that they were now friends."In the future, whether Griffith is here or not, we'll still be friends, alright?" Eli proclaimed."Alright!" Charlotte agreed enthusiastically.She was about to take another sip when a hand suddenly reached out from the side and snatched her drink. Blinking her eyes, she turned to the side, meeting Griffith's displeased gaze, nearly stumbling in the process.Griffith reached out to steady her. "Stay still."She pouted, clutching the puppy, and obediently stood still.Eli watched, amused. "What's going on? I'm toasting Charlotte, not you."Charlotte nodded in agreement and attempted to retrieve her glass from Griffith's grasp."What are you doing?" Griffith placed his hand on her head, preventing her from reaching for the glass of wine.Eli chuckled. "You two are quite entertaining."Griffith ignored him, finishing the drink in one

Griffith couldn't help but admit that Madeline was right. From certain angles, Charlotte was undeniably adorable, even a bit silly. It made him want to reach out and pinch her cheeks.Charlotte began to enjoy her cake, taking spoonfuls at a time. He playfully nudged her.She looked back at him, a tad unwilling at first, but ultimately decided it wouldn't hurt to give him a bite. She extended her hand and fed him a mouthful of cake.Griffith didn't particularly care for cake, but he found delight in teasing her. He curled up one leg, raised his hand, and covered his eyes. He could hear her eating beside him, which had a certain comforting quality, he thought. However, there was an odd discomfort in his ears, possibly from water trapped during his shower. He reached for his hearing aids, which had started to cause him some discomfort, hinting at a possible ear infection.Charlotte observed him curiously. Licking the cream from the corner of her lips, she casually remarked, "Deaf, dum

"If I closed my eyes, I wouldn’t be scared even if you took pictures of me," she replied, with surprisingly clear logic.Griffith licked his lips and continued to coax her, "I’ll turn on the flash to let you have a feel of it. If you feel fine, I'll take a side profile picture for you."Charlotte took a peek at his camera, but when she saw the pitch-black lens, her nervousness got the better of her. She shifted slightly to her right. Griffith extended his hand, blocking her way. She looked at him and forced a placating smile, attempting to push his hand away but couldn't. So, she considered sliding beneath it.Griffith clicked his tongue, moved his head to the side, and seized her arm. Then, he knelt next to her on one knee, pushing her towards the corner of the room.Charlotte didn't dare to move anymore. On her right side, there was only a dark platform and the camera. She could only make small, futile struggles before looking up at him, pouting."I won't take the photo," she de

Griffith began to feel like he had some kind of illness.In the middle of the night, he found himself sitting on the corridor floor, holding the half-conscious Charlotte in his arms. She didn’t give in and refused his order; soon, she fell asleep.She was lying on his shoulder, breathing evenly, and he didn't want to move her. He should have woken her up and sent her back to her room, but he didn't. It had been a long time, and his body started to go numb. He gave up on finding the answer to his earlier dilemma, because even if he now shamelessly took advantage of the opportunity to have his way, it wouldn't work because the drunkard had already entered dreamland.He couldn't care less about singing a solo performance."Charlotte?" He gently called. The woman was acting like a child, her arms wrapped around his waist as she nuzzled closer to his neck.He sighed. Now, he had to take care of her.He sighed, suppressing his impatience. With one hand protecting her, he got up from

Charlotte woke up with a pounding headache. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a bedroom. She glanced around and realized she was alone.She scratched her head and immediately headed to her own room and her own bed. Her bed was spacious enough; she rolled over comfortably and went back to sleep.When she woke up again, it was already noon. Her phone was filled with messages, so she quickly got up to freshen up.As she walked past the picture wall, she paused. There was a new addition to it, a blurry side profile picture of her. There was no message, but besides Griffith, she couldn't think of anyone else who would take her photo.While walking downstairs, she decided to call Griffith. "Hello?" she said.A voice responded on the other end, "What's up?"Her memories of the previous night were somewhat fragmented, but she felt that their relationship had become friendlier after the little game they played, and she had even won a dog."It's nothing. I was just asking i