Dirk Carter realized he may have touched on a sensitive topic.

He quickly changed the subject and asked, "Boss, shall we get started?"

Charlotte Ramey pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down, I'll get you something to drink, coffee or tea?"

"Uh... tea, please."

Dirk said.

Charlotte walked into the kitchen and began to busy herself.

Dirk felt a bit regretful.

He was helpless, having already asked the question, and couldn't take it back. Taking advantage of this moment, he surveyed the décor of the house. Overall, the house was well decorated and quite spacious, indicating that a considerable amount of money had been spent on it.

At this time.

Charlotte emerged with the tea.

She placed it in front of Dirk.

While she picked up a cup of coffee and sipped it elegantly.

"There are some stories I can't tell anyone, but since you're my private doctor, I think I can tell you. It might also be good for my condition."

After a pause, Charlotte put down her coffee cup and said.

Dirk was taken aback.

Just as he was about to say that if it was inconvenient, she didn't have to share it.

Charlotte had already started to narrate it slowly.

Her gaze became somewhat unfocused.

As if she had fallen into some kind of memory.

The story began more than twenty years ago, when Charlotte was eighteen and was admitted to the best university in the provincial capital.

At this age, one should be enjoying their youth freely.

Finding a peer to have a passionate romance with.

But Charlotte was different; she fell in love with her mentor.

The mentor was sixteen years older than her, but for some reason, she fell hopelessly in love with him.

Very quickly.

The two of them crossed moral boundaries and got together.

Of course, at that time the mentor was already 34, a married man, and Charlotte's identity had to remain hidden, merely becoming his secret lover.

When she was 19.

She gave birth to a daughter.

As a result, she took a whole year off from school.

The mentor rented an apartment for her to facilitate her delivery, and processed her leave from school. Just like that, the youthful Charlotte became a mother on her own.

"Why did you have the child? You could have chosen not to."

Dirk interrupted her and asked.

Charlotte gave a bitter smile and said, "At that time, it was as if I was possessed, the child could certainly not have been born, but I just wanted to have his child. It was my insistence that kept the child."

Since she needed to study.

After the child was born, the mentor hired a nanny to help with the care.

Charlotte, without anyone knowing, resumed her identity as a student.

After graduating from university.

She was assigned to work in a provincial agency for a while, then in the provincial capital's agency for another period, and eventually, with the mentor's manipulation and help, entered Ardmore City to become the Deputy Mayor.

Upon hearing this.

Dirk's heart skipped a beat.

Even though Charlotte was speaking lightly.

But for a university mentor to directly arrange for her to work in a provincial agency, and eventually place her in Ardmore City as Deputy Mayor, it indicated that this person must have powerful connections.

Seeing Dirk frowning.

Charlotte said, "I know you're curious about his identity, sorry, I can't tell you that. What I can tell you is, even before I graduated, he had already started his political career and now he's someone with a lot of influence."

Dirk suddenly thought of his conversation with Charlotte the day before.

Her sexual life averaged once a month or even longer intervals, which could now be explained.

After all, important people are busy.

At this point.

She seemed somewhat sad.

She took a deep breath and said, "I've been with him for over twenty years, bore him a daughter, yet my status is unofficial. I don't have any big desires now; I just hope my daughter grows up well, doesn't repeat the path I took... but alas..."

Saying this.

She sighed.

"As for Christina Ramey..."

Just as Dirk was about to ask.

Charlotte waved her hand, interrupting him, and said, "Alright, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Whether it's Christina's matters or my past, I hope you can keep it confidential for me. Nobody at work knows about my daughter, and also, my public identity is single, do you understand?"

"I understand."

Dirk nodded and said.

Throughout the conversation, Charlotte spoke very lightly, as if discussing some gossip.

However, Dirk knew that over these two decades, Charlotte had in fact lived a very difficult life.

Even though on the surface she had a radiance that other women never had, only she knew the loneliness in her heart.

For over twenty years, being a "mistress" to some important person, summoned and dismissed at will, unable to show her face, unable to reveal her identity, even being unmarried at forty; perhaps this was the cost of achieving today.

No wonder she cares so much about her appearance.

Worried about reaching menopause early.

It wasn't simply because of vanity.

Keeping the attraction for that big boss was probably also a very important reason.

"Alright, let me show you your room."

Charlotte sighed again, stood up, pushed open a door, and before their eyes was a spacious, clean bedroom.

"This is the guest room; the bedsheet and duvet are new, never been used. When you have time, you can put them under the sun. As for other living supplies, you would need to prepare them yourself, but other facilities are in good condition, you're free to use them."

Charlotte said.

Dirk nodded.

And said, "Thank you, ma'am, I'll stay for a while first, and then move out when I'm settled."

Charlotte smiled and said, "It's fine, my daughter only comes home during winter and summer vacations. Even if she comes back, you being just a tenant won't be an issue. You're welcome to stay as long as you feel comfortable."

"Alright, ma'am." Dirk replied.

Charlotte asked, "Before the treatment, do I need to prepare anything?"

Dirk thought for a moment, then glanced over at Charlotte and said, "You should take a shower first, then put on something more comfortable, pajamas would be fine."

"Okay, then you go prepare as well, I'll be right back."

Saying this.

Charlotte turned and went out.

Realistically, Dirk hadn't changed clothes for a few days as well.

So he also went to the en-suite bathroom, took a shower, and changed into pajamas.

When he opened the door to come out, Charlotte was already waiting in the bedroom.

With just a glance.

Dirk's eyes nearly popped out.

Charlotte stood before him, wearing a thin silk slip dress.

Bright red.

Softly draping over her body.

Being a spaghetti strap dress, it had a high neckline, revealing a clear yet endless cleavage.

The hem of the dress was very short, almost reaching the upper thigh, as if a slight move could expose everything beneath.

Dirk! This woman is your superior, and moreover, she is the mistress of a major leader; you mustn't entertain improper thoughts.

Dirk warned himself.

Then swallowed hard and said, "Ma'am, like this, let me first do a preliminary check and then devise a treatment plan. Does that sound alright to you?"

"Sure, what do you need to examine?" Charlotte asked.

Dirk paused, a bit embarrassed, "I'd like to first assess the condition of your... your pubic hair loss, to judge the status."

"Alright, no problem."

Starting with a private area inspection.

Dirk thought Charlotte would be quite resistant.

To his surprise, she agreed outright.

Her gaze fell onto a chair in the bedroom. She then sat down on it, lifted her dress a bit, and parted her legs onto the armrests of the chair.

Dirk, as a doctor, ended up momentarily stunned.

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