The sharp slam of the door echoed through the whole building.
Two housekeepers, both carrying platters of fruit, jumped at the sudden noise. Instinctively, they turned to look for the source and spotted Anthony in the hallway, clearly having just been kicked out by Charlotte.
The women froze, catching each other’s eyes. For a second, neither of them knew whether they were supposed to move forward or disappear altogether.
Anthony pressed his hand to his forehead, looking like he had a splitting headache. When he glanced up and caught the housekeepers staring, his expression darkened in a way that made both women shiver.
“Anthony, we were just bringing this fruit for Charlotte,” one of them stammered.
When Anthony’s cold, intimidating eyes met hers, she rushed to add, “We didn’t see anything, I swear.”
His brow furrowed and his voice dropped, low and rough. “Just take it in.”
“Yes, sir.”
One of them hurried to knock on Charlotte’s door.
Charlotte opened it, gave them a quick look, and took the fruit tray. “You can go,” she said, her voice cool and distant.
A moment later, the door shut again, just as harshly as before.
The two housekeepers had never seen Anthony treated like this. They couldn’t help sneaking another glance at him.
“Well? What are you waiting for?”
“Yes, yes, sorry.”
They snapped out of it and practically ran down the stairs, nearly tripping over their own feet.
The hallway went quiet.
Anthony looked back at the tightly shut door, then leaned against the wall. A bitter smile flickered across his lips, but it faded just as quickly.
Inside, Charlotte tossed the fruit tray onto the table, not caring where it landed. Frustration simmered beneath her skin. She grabbed her phone, found Dr. David’s number, and called.
“Charlotte? What’s up? Didn’t expect your call,” Dr. David answered, sounding casual.
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