Chapter 53

Charlotte was quite confident in her figure, especially since she was wearing a pink, low-cut swimsuit today. Given Jasper's height, whatever he could see… The thought made her face heat up. Jasper's footsteps drew closer and closer. Charlotte could even catch that faint cedarwood scent on him. It felt like a pine forest after snowfall, cool and bracing, yet carrying a hint of woody warmth, just like the man himself. As he approached, each of his steps felt like a mallet landing squarely on her heart. When the tips of his shoes entered her field of vision, Charlotte shyly lifted her head. She was ready to call out to him, his name at the tip of her tongue. But before she could say it, Jasper walked straight past her as if she didn't exist at all, without pausing in the slightest, and stepped into the elevator. Charlotte stood there in a daze, staring at the spot where he'd disappeared. The air still held his lingering scent. "Ms. Young, is there anything I can help you with?"