Chapter 77

From the passenger seat, Charlotte kept stealing glances at Nicholas, her delicate face tinged with a soft blush. "Is there something on my face?" Each time their eyes met, Nicholas would smile, and she would quickly avert her gaze, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. "There kind of is..." Charlotte nodded shyly. "Oh? And what would that be? Handsomeness?" Nicholas chuckled. "Ugh! You're so annoying! You took the words right out of my mouth. Now what am I supposed to say?" She pouted and shot him a playful glare. Nicholas burst into laughter. She was too cute. Charlotte had the face of a cold and untouchable campus belle, but he knew better—she had a hidden side to her. Women who appeared distant and ethereal, as if they belonged to another world, often carried a surprising duality. The key was that they only revealed that side to those they wanted to. This was likely the case with Charlotte. She could be sweet and gentle, mature and elegant, aloof and untouchabl