It wasn't just about trying to please him; I genuinely cherished his thoughtfulness.
Even a simple hairpin he bought on a whim to support a college student's startup at the subway entrance would be carefully treasured by me.
But honestly, those moments were rare.
"No, they're lovely and smell fantastic," I replied with a smile.
Arthur still seemed unsure.
He repeated himself, "Charlotte, let me say it again, Aria is just my junior from school. She has this dependency on me, and after spending so many years abroad, she's still adjusting to being back. I'm just being a responsible senior, that's all."
I looked at him playfully without saying a word.
A department can have anywhere from dozens to hundreds of people.
Did he treat everyone with such care?
As if remembering something, he took my hand. "I'm sorry about losing the baby, but we have to keep moving forward."
So, he still remembered that I had just lost a child.
Because it wasn't his pain, he could self-righteously demand that I move on.
But when I tried to move on, his heart began to waver.
He was looking at another woman.
"Maybe this child just came at the wrong time," I said.