Charlotte lightly pressed her red lips together, looking at the man's eyes that had turned cold, and bowed her head gently saying, "Can't I have my own personal space?"
"I see you're becoming more and more presumptuous."
His tone worsened.
Even this rare small rebellion was hard for this man to tolerate.
Charlotte didn't know what his expression would be if she refused his advances in the future.
But she knew they would eventually reach this step. Separation was just the beginning; she needed an independent personality, and not just to be a dodder vine relying on him to survive.
Charlotte bowed her head, "I want to have my own room, my own hobbies, and my own friends."
"..."
"I don't want my life to be left with just you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Robert Stephens pushed her away.
