As Charlotte stepped into the hospital entrance, she was taken aback by the sight of Wilson already waiting for her. His eyes lock onto hers with an intensity that makes her heart skip a beat. She can see the fear and concern etched on his face, and it makes her excited.

He hurried towards her as their gazes met, Wilson hurried towards her, his long legs devouring the distance that separated them. His eyes never left hers, and Charlotte could sense the urgency in his movements, the desperation in his eyes.

As Wilson reached out to touch her arm, Charlotte's hand flashed out, slapping him hard across the face. The...