Chapter 17 The Pity in His Eyes

While he was upstairs, Ivy quickly reheated the food and carefully put it back on the table.

Charles took a quick shower, and when he came down, he found that the woman had her back to him, and her long curly hair was neatly tied into a knot at the back, hanging loosely behind her head. She was wearing a pure white home dress, which was decorated with small cherry patterns, and she looked soft and fluffy. As she moved, her white and slender hands gently lifted the lid of the pot, and a strand of hair fell on her cheek due to the movement, adding a bit of softness.

Charles walked behind her, his eyes fell on the hair hanging on her white neck, and he couldn't help but reach out to untie the knot. The slightly curly hair drew a graceful arc in the air, and then gently fell and scattered, lying in his palm, still with the fragrance of hair. The slightly cool touch made Charles' heart tremble. As Ivy turned around, the hair slipped from his palm, and he subconsciously held a handful and twisted Ivy's shoulders to the original position. Judging from the reflection of the cupboard, Charles seemed to be half-hugging her from behind, the picture was warm and ambiguous.