Not giving himself the chance to be foolish, Charles Northwood just stopped here for a brief moment, then started the car to leave.
But!
At the campus gate, the suddenly appearing figure made him freeze.
Charles Northwood clenched his fists, his whole body stiff.
Hey, my friend, do you believe in fate?
Sometimes, a minuscule probability equals one hundred percent before fate.
Tara Jameson walked out from the campus carrying her bag; there hadn't been any fruit to eat in the dormitory for the past couple of days.
Outside the campus, there was a very fresh and fairly priced fruit store which she loved shopping at for fruit.
Because she still had class in the afternoon, she came out right after lunch to buy some fruit before going back.
Charles Northwood kept his gaze on Tara Jameson, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.
She was well, or at least she appeared that way, without much change.
Only, her brows slightly furrowed, making others want to smooth them out.
