Billionaire's Match

Chapter 900

“You really think that?” Ethan looked at Charlotte in surprise, as if her words were foreign to him.

Her voice was unusually gentle. “No one has the right to blame you. And your parents… they would never have blamed you either.

The red in Ethan’s eyes deepened. Charlotte wrapped his hand carefully in a tissue.

Then she rose and bowed slightly toward the headstone, before extending her hand toward him.

“Now isn’t the time to blame yourself. You came to see them, which is rare. What you should do is talk to them from your heart. I’ll wait for you.”

Ethan’s gaze met hers-calm, steady, warm.

He paused for a few seconds, then slowly lifted his uninjured hand to grasp hers. Charlotte gave a little support, helping him to his feet.

Seeing him rise, she finally let out a small sigh of relief.

Not long after, Ethan stepped out of the cemetery. Charlotte’s figure stood ahead, bathed in the gentle warmth of the afternoon

sun, a soft glow surrounding her.

fleeting moment, Ethan felt an impulse to pull her into

do you

he could reach for her, Charlotte had

Ethan nodded. “Let’s

Charlotte was utterly exhausted; after a night of little sleep,

dusk had fallen. She

was ajar. Hearing a noise from

herself-she had slept fully clothed. It had been a

you send

And I’m the patient here. I’m not obligated to

pills and a water cup neatly placed on the coffee table. He had made do in the living room for a few

lips twitched. The time read around five

if

to go, but for some reason, seeing him struggle to carry the first-aid kit back to the sofa made her pause. Today was… the

the kit, and carefully disinfected and re-bandaged his crookedly wrapped

get them wet over the

noticed her absorbed gaze, only coming back to himself

“Mm.”

rose, but he called