Tara Jameson also got out of the car at this moment, her eyes red.
Seeing the two of them like this, Tara's dad stayed silent for a long time.
"Come inside and sit."
It was pitch-dark outside and you couldn't really see clearly, and since the guest was already at their doorstep, not inviting him in just wouldn't be right.
So Charles Northwood came into Tara Jameson's home. You could describe it as bare on all four sides, which showed that Tara's family wasn't well-off.
Outside you couldn't see him properly; under the light, Charles Northwood was shining, like the prince on a white horse from a fairy tale.
Now that he was sitting there, though, he really seemed out of place.
Tara's dad and mom hadn't expected him to be this outstanding; they were clearly stunned for quite a while.
"Here, have some tea."
Tara's dad took out the good tea someone had given them for New Year, and used disposable paper cups to brew a small cup.
Charles Northwood paused for a moment, then nodded.
