Forty four

Dalton has taken his mask off. Charlotte went into a coughing fit, slapping her hands on her chest as she tried to get the coffee out of the wrong channel. By the time she calmed down, her eyes were red, teary and bulging out, while her nose was runny.

“Haaaa,” with a sigh, Charlotte raised her head to look at Dalton. He was sitting there calmly like he had not just seen her go into a coughing fits or like he wasn't the cause of it.

Charlotte swallowed thickly, who said Dalton has a scar on his face? Holy shit! His face was milky white and clear of any injury, and as handsome as it was in the frame hanging on his office wall. It made her surprised as to why he was wearing a mask. The reason people must have thought he was scarred was because he was wearing a mask, she was so sure of it.

“What do you think? Do you like what you see, wife?” Dalton asked after giving her a few seconds to admire his face.

Charlotte, who was lost in her thoughts, found herself nodding but when she saw the