Charles turned around and looked at the busy scene in front of him, but everyone stopped paying attention because of his appearance.
The scene suddenly became completely silent.
The several glances directed at him were mixed with emotions and abnormalities that were difficult to discern.
He held his forehead and sighed deeply.
Sure enough, is it because you are so handsome and have such a great figure that you have to attract attention?
Recalling the weirdo who just broke into M wearing only a pair of swimming trunks.
No, everything should wait until he catches the mole before rewarding him. It's too early now! By then, he will not only be a weirdo in the industry, but also become an immortal myth or something...
hehe……
Feel……
So cool——!!
Ignoring those complicated glances, Charles created countless small theaters in his mind where he would stand on the podium and be admired by thousands of people, amusing himself immensely.
"Hey, Charles!"
Suddenly, a soft call disrupted the happy fantasy in his mind.
A slender white hand gently patted his shoulder.
Charles turned to look to his left. When he saw the person coming, he immediately smiled and politely responded: "It's you, Jessica!"
Jessica was still holding the thick rope he had just given her, and it seemed that she had never left Colin's door from the beginning to the end.
"You...wait for me here?" Charles asked, looking at her tenderly.
Jessica smiled bitterly: "I just want to ask you, do you still remember the agreement between us?"
After a pause, Charles scratched his cheek with his fingers and recalled, "Are you talking about what happened when we had dinner?"
She raised her eyelashes in an instant, and a dazzling light suddenly appeared in her originally dull blue eyes. Jessica said happily: "I thought you forgot!"
"How could it be? I will never forget the things I promised others. At most, I just can't remember them..."
[Is there any difference between these two sentences?!] "So... I want to ask you to dinner tonight, will you show my favor?"
Charles was a little surprised that a goddess who was always aloof and could only be watched from a distance but not played with would take the initiative to invite a man to dine.
Jessica pursed her lips shyly, and even looked at Charles a little shyly.
Charles didn't seem to register the change in the expression of the person in front of him. He murmured in distress: "Today is Friday...it doesn't seem possible!"
He lowered his gaze back to Jessica's face and smiled apologetically: "I have very important things to do today. I'm sorry. I'll make an appointment with you next time if I have time."
"Uh..." Jessica seemed a little surprised by this unexpected rejection. She asked, "Is it because of a mission?"
"Well, to be precise, it's a necessary task!" Charles said vaguely and perfunctorily.
Her eyes dimmed instantly.
"Is it because of Daniel?" The voice seemed a little weak and bitter, "I have always heard you say that you like him before, and you did it in the boss's office just now... Charles, don't you like women?"
"I didn't say I didn't like women!" Charles retorted matter-of-factly. He explained loudly like no one else was watching, "I didn't say I only liked men. I'm not a gay! It can be said that I only like Daniel. Daniel can do that.
He is wilder than women and gives me the desire to conquer, and he is also more careful and gentle than men. He is a wonderful flower between men and women. He is very special, isn't he?"
After a pause, he felt something was a little strange. He frowned and said in a low voice: "Is he a transvestite?"
"Pfft——!!" Everyone who heard his unscrupulous reply couldn't help but puffed out.
Even Jessica looked livid.
After calming down her chaotic emotions, Jessica smiled lightly: "Although what you said is very confusing, I think I understand it. So you say that you like a man in front of a woman who likes you."
Isn’t the truth a bit too cruel?”
The smile on his lips became deeper and deeper. Charles stared at Jessica quietly and said in a low voice: "You don't like me that much, do you? You also know that I don't like you, so you didn't have much hope at the beginning.
Why would you say such a cruel thing?"
He stretched out his right hand: "I believe it would be more suitable for us to be friends."
After hesitating for a moment, she shook hands with Charles in relief, returned to her usual understanding smile, and said: "Okay, this is not a confession! I hope you don't take it to heart! Also, you still have to pay me the date you owe me.
Do it, otherwise I will hold a grudge for the rest of my life."
"Of course, after tonight, when I have eaten and drank enough, I will make arrangements for our date! Besides, I will trouble you about that!"
"Yeah! Okay, don't worry!"
After simply ending with a few words of farewell, Charles hurriedly left cnm.
The woman who had been standing at the door of Colin's office was staring at his back but could not look away.
The complex and deep light in the pupils flows quietly.
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Tiredly buttoning up his pajamas, he looked at his expressionless self in the mirror in front of him. The sadness clearly visible between his neatly trimmed brows made him lower his eyelashes feebly.
He dragged himself out of the bathroom, threw himself on the bed, and wrapped the quilt tightly around his body.
Turning over, he looked at the two photos close at hand on the bedside, a photo of a man's back and a photo of a beautiful woman.
It didn't seem to interest him at all.
He stretched out his hand and covered the two photos on the table with a "pop" sound, then covered his head with the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.
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Night gradually shrouded the light of day into pitch black darkness.
The light in the starry sky flickers and fades.
The moonlight shone dimly in the bedroom, adding a touch of clear white light to the dark bedroom.
The curtains fluttered slightly in the moonlight.
A faint "clang" sounded in the quiet bedroom.
The man who was sleeping quietly under the quilt suddenly opened his eyes and listened to the sounds outside the room with bated breath.
With a "ping pong" sound, chaotic noises came from downstairs again.
Is Charles back?
He quickly opened the quilt and left the bed, with his fluffy and messy hair on his head. The sleepiness on his face had not yet faded, but his cold and stern eyes had already narrowed tightly.
Charles never enters the kitchen, but the sound comes from the kitchen. Isn't that person Charles?
A sudden sense of vigilance struck him.
He immediately returned to the bed, lifted the bed, took out a silver pistol from between the bed and the bed board, then quietly opened his door and walked downstairs cautiously.
Downstairs is bright and grand.
The lights in the living room and kitchen were turned on wantonly.
“Crack——!” The inaudible sound of a lighter penetrated into his eardrums.
He immediately clenched the pistol with both hands and placed it on the left side of his face. He was ready to shoot and rushed into the kitchen.
The lights in the kitchen instantly dimmed at the same time.
The candlelight on the dining table was made even brighter by the surrounding darkness.
A red candle stands on an exquisite candlestick and is placed in the middle of the dining table.
At both ends of the table, two plates of fragrantly fried steaks were carefully decorated with several small flowers carved from vegetables. Next to the steaks were two full glasses of red wine.
The ruby red wine liquid is crystal clear.
The steak has a light sheen of oil and looks delicious and tempting.
Beside the dining table, there was a man who was busy setting the tableware. He was wearing a grease-stained apron, and his handsome and deep face was covered with beads of sweat, but he was smiling.
The atmosphere is warm and cozy.
The air is filled with the aroma of food.
The bright and flickering candlelight burned into a pair of pupils filled with surprise, making his amber eyes even more beautiful as diamonds.
He was stunned at the kitchen door.
The hand holding the pistol was too stiff to move at this time.
"Surprised?" After carefully placing the last fork at the dining table, he asked happily without raising his head.
Without any of the usual sensitive reactions, he just froze in place, staring blankly at a table of carefully arranged fine wine and food.
The atmosphere is becoming more and more warm and pleasant.
The man forgot to take off his apron, so he walked directly towards him with a smile. When he passed the chair near Daniel, he took out a bouquet of delicate and crimson roses from the seat of the chair, like a gentleman.
Walked gracefully to Daniel.
"Happy birthday!"
A sincere and sweet blessing floated into Daniel's ears.
Charles's thin lips pursed softly, with a smile that seemed to melt something hard and cold into warm water.
"Sending flowers is a bit old-fashioned, but this is my first time giving flowers to someone else, so you reluctantly accepted it!"
His voice is soft.
Daniel was at a loss and didn't know how to react.
His hands fell limply to his sides, and he gently placed the pistol on a shelf at the door of the kitchen. From the beginning to the end, his eyes never left Charles' face.
Silently meeting his eyes, Daniel's face turned bright red, and there was an inexplicable strong warmth in his heart that was flowing through his blood.
"How do you know... today is my birthday..." He tried his best to hold back the feeling of excitement and asked indifferently, but the corners of his lips that raised uncontrollably revealed what was inside him at the moment.
feelings.
Charles was not anxious for Daniel to show a strong reaction. Instead, he continued to smile tepidly, held his hand in a grand manner, led him to the dining table, and replied slowly: "I want to know what you are doing."
It’s so easy to celebrate your birthday, how about it, do you like my arrangement?”