Chapter 93

The Heath family.

After Charlotte smashed her phone, she couldn't calm down.

She felt like she was going crazy, sitting on the floor feeling exhausted,

anxious, and helpless.

She had got one important thing to do yet — she needed to take care of

the aftermath.

Since Luther knew that Joyce was drugged and attacked, he would not

let the whole thing go easily.

If they had a thorough investigation, and if they got Thomas and

followed the trail to her, everything would be over.

What was the best way to do it? How could she hide everything up

perfectly? She couldn't think it straight for a while.

It's her fault for being too hasty and reckless.

At that moment, there was a sound from the door. "Knock, Knock,

Knock."

"Missy, are you there?" The person knocking on the door was

Charlotte's newly promoted guard officer, Ensign Ricky, "Missy, I heard

some noise inside, are you okay."

Except for the orderlies who took her to and from work, it was usually

Ricky who followed her.

Charlotte looked at the broken pieces of the phone all over the floor,

and she didn't have time to clean it up.

It seemed that there was no way to hide it from Ricky.

"Missy, I'm coming in!"

When he finished, Ricky had pushed the door in and was relieved to

see Charlotte sitting on the floor with her back to him, unharmed. Her

safety, for him, was the number one priority.

The room was a mess and the atmosphere was not quite right.

Ricky closed the door and walked gently into the room.

Just when he saw Charlotte's long messy hair hanging in the ears, the

tears in her bright eyes, and the slightly pursed cherry lips, he could not

help but feel pity for her already.

Ricky's heart was uncontrollably thumping. He cared for her. He fell in

love.

He hurriedly went forward and bent down to clean up the pieces on the

floor for her, peeking back at her every now and then. Apparently, he

felt worried, "Missy, what's wrong with you? What do you need me to

do?"

Charlotte raised her eyes to look at his square eyebrows and stern

features. Wearing the green uniform of the second lieutenant, he never

hid the love in his eyes for her.

Instead of love, it was more like desire.

After all the time she had with him, she had long been well aware of it.

They were just the same type of person, and they just had to get

whatever they wanted. They were ambitious, but also ruthless enough.

Most importantly, they were good at holding back.

Perhaps it was better if they could take advantage of each other.

She suddenly flung herself into his arms, choking and sobbing as if she

needed his comfort, "I've made a mess, and I need to make amends.

Can I trust you?"

With such a warm and soft embrace, Ricky's heart was swirled open.

Her hair smelled really good, just like rosemary, and her body was

really soft. He could only try his best to hold back his desire to have her

violently then and there.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, the most

beautiful to his liking. At the moment her delicate face was pressed

against his chest, and he could not help but close his arms and hug her

tightly.

"You can trust me, and I will do everything for you. I don't ask for

anything in return, as long as you can think about me once in a while,

and then I'm satisfied.” Ricky buried himself in her long hair, greedily

taking in the scent of her body.

But he did not dare to go further. Since she needed him, there was

always a chance later. He could not be too hasty for the time being.

He had the self-awareness that it was impossible for such a noble girl

to marry him.

But if he had her. He might somehow be able to climb the ladder of

power a bit.

He reached out and gently wiped the tear stains from her cheeks.

"What's wrong? You tell me and I'll take care of it for you."

Charlotte wrapped her arms around Ricky and nodded gently.

She did not tell the whole story, but only a part of it about Thomas and

also used a lot of good words for her own part.

After all, she could not trust Ricky completely right away.

After Ricky heard it all, he cleaned up the smashed cell phone pieces in

the room and then went out for a trip.

After about three hours, he returned to the Heath family with two cell

phones and a few disposable rechargeable phone cards.