Chapter 801 801 Awkward Topic: Shyness and Discomfort? Ares's Limit and Avoidance? How Many Times Did He Look at Her!

Even the tone of his voice had changed slightly.

In the past, he was always distant and indifferent to unfamiliar people.

But at this moment, his voice and tone were unconsciously lightened and slowed down, and became much clearer.

Even though these were only extremely subtle places, Charlotte still noticed it.

When Ares finished speaking, the middle-aged woman smiled again and looked at Charlotte frequently.

The two continued to chat for a while.

Of course, during this period, the middle-aged woman said more.

Charlotte even had a feeling that the middle-aged woman was talking unilaterally in the second half of their conversation.

And the more the middle-aged woman talked, the more Ares's expression...

Charlotte couldn't describe the feeling, it always felt quite subtle.

Why did he look... like he was a little embarrassed?

He? Ares Randall? Would he be embarrassed?

Charlotte had never heard of or seen such a thing.

Even though she had been interning under him for so long and had been in close contact with him every day because she had delivered meals to him before, Charlotte had never seen him have such emotions because of anyone or anything.

Shy? Embarrassed? Embarrassed? None of them.

To be honest, she rarely saw any emotional fluctuations on his face.

You know, this person's attitude towards her has been very gentle recently, and Charlotte already felt it was unusual.

According to her interpretation, she felt that it was the state of his dealings with people that he would show after the two gradually became familiar with each other.

Charlotte thought that it was at most "approachable", probably not even "gentle".

Even in that state, it should be the limit for him.

As for being embarrassed like an ordinary person? Charlotte really couldn't imagine it.

Because of this, she was doubting her judgment at the moment.

But the more Charlotte thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

During their conversation, the number of times he looked at her... added up to several times.

Until the end, after the middle-aged woman said a lot of words, Ares finally responded.

But the tone sounded a bit awkward.

Seeing him like this, the middle-aged woman laughed again.

Her laugh made Ares silent again.

The silence seemed to reveal the helplessness of not knowing how to respond.

It was at this time that he looked at Charlotte without warning.

Charlotte: Come again? What are you talking about?

Charlotte was almost certain that the content of their conversation must include her.

But she couldn't figure out how she could cause the two of them to be in this state?

The middle-aged woman laughed, and there was a hint of teasing the other party.

Ares was even more uncharacteristically hesitant to speak, and talked about something else.

Are they really like this because of her? Charlotte was not sure about this.

After all, normally, even if the two people talked about her, the topic would at most revolve around her injured leg.

With the injured present, this was also considered daily greetings and courtesy.

As for what else they might talk about, Charlotte couldn't think of anything else.

Apart from the injured leg, she didn't think she could provide them with any topics.

Ares and the middle-aged woman said a few more words, as if they were saying goodbye to each other.

Finally, the middle-aged woman drove away again.

Ares didn't let out a breath until the road was clear.

With his eyebrows lowered and his eyes closed, he quickly adjusted his state and returned to his usual appearance.

A moment later, Ares had started again and returned to the wheelchair.

He was ready to push the wheelchair again and take Charlotte forward.

After the wheelchair moved, Charlotte looked at the carriage going away in front of her and asked casually, "What did you just talk about? Was it about me?"

As soon as Charlotte asked this question, Ares paused.

Noticing that the wheelchair suddenly stopped, Charlotte felt strange and looked back at him.

But almost the moment she looked at him, Ares's eyes moved to the left.

He just didn't look at her.

Charlotte was even more puzzled, so he looked to the left.

But everything was normal where he was looking, nothing special.

Charlotte was quick-witted and understood quickly.

"Is it inconvenient to say?" She came straight to the point and spoke directly.

"If it's inconvenient, forget it." Charlotte sat back and looked forward.

But after waiting for a while, Ares did not push the wheelchair.

He still stopped there, wondering what he was thinking.

Just when Charlotte wanted to turn around again, Ares finally spoke.

"We didn't talk about anything, just daily greetings." He introduced briefly, "That's Aunt Paul. She opened a special weaving shop that specializes in selling various local weaving crafts to tourists. I have been to Grip Star several times before. In order to investigate the local development, I went to her shop, so she knew me."

Charlotte suddenly had some associations when she heard the name "Aunt Paul".

However, the surname "Paul" is quite common, and there may not be a real connection.

Ares noticed Charlotte's expression and said, "Aunt Paul is the mother of little Paul. You saw the child just now."

In this way, Charlotte's guess was confirmed.

Before, Charlotte had met a boy named "Paul" in the semi-open garden.

The little boy was not tall, wearing a white shirt and brown overalls, and his smile was innocent and cute.

At that time, he took the initiative to care about Charlotte's leg injury, and he looked like a gentle and warm-hearted child.

It turned out that he was the child of the middle-aged woman just now.

"Many people working here are locals, and everyone knows each other, so they are relatively casual in addressing each other." Ares continued to explain, "Many acquaintances will simply add their surnames before the title to call each other, such as 'Uncle Paul' and 'Aunt Paul'. Their children are often called 'Little Paul'."

Ares spoke slowly, and his tone seemed relatively stable.

While he was talking, Charlotte also turned back again, his eyes focused on his face.

It was a bit strange, he had been explaining this kind of title thing, and explained a little too much.

This was different from his usual style of speaking.

Ares, who was originally speaking steadily, was caught off guard by his eyes and collided with Charlotte's.

In an instant, he hurriedly moved his eyes away in a hurry.

Until this moment, Charlotte was finally sure that he was avoiding her.

To be precise, he was avoiding looking into her eyes.

Such deliberateness actually aroused Charlotte's interest.

What did they talk about just now?

Why did he, such a cold and distant person, feel uncomfortable for such a long time?

Could it be some embarrassing topic?