Yet, when he met her expectant eyes, he inexplicably opened his mouth, allowing her to feed the cake into his mouth.
In his mind, a familiar picture suddenly flashed through...
Many years ago, a little girl who liked to wear princess dresses also fed him cake with a beaming smile...
Charles White pressed his hand to his forehead, his head suddenly felt swollen, and he involuntarily took a step back.
"Charles White, are you feeling unwell?" Zoe Yale saw his facial expression was off, and without caring about the cake, she walked up to him and reached out to touch his forehead.
As soon as her hand touched him, Charles White reacted violently, grasping her wrist and growling.
"Don't touch me!"
There it was again...
That feeling was back again.
Every time he felt like he was about to see the little girl's face, his mind would explode, and he could never see her face clearly...
Yet that familiar sense kept reminding him that she was someone very important to him.
