Chapter 14 – Who is the Real Charles Luke?
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“Oh?” Charles’s eyes flashed. “What did I do to make you think I’m a scoundrel?”
“You, you…” Elena bit her lip in anger.
She was not good at arguing with people, and what’s worse, is that what had happened yesterday made her even more stressed.
Zack watched with extreme pleasure. There must be something fishy going on between these two!
“What’s the matter with me?” Charles questioned, with a dignified expression on his face. “It was because you took off my pants that I took off your skirt. Finally, you left in my clothes.”
“What, what nonsense?!” Elena immediately got upset.
Why did he say this so matters so casually as if there was something between them?
“Poo —” Zack who was drinking water shot it out of his mouth.
Did he get it wrong?
Charles, who had always been so serious with his speech and manners, was actually teasing a little girl? And he said they took off each other’s clothes or something. Were the two...
“Isn’t that so?” Charles raised his eyebrows. “Didn’t you take off my pants?”
“They, they didn’t happen on the same day at all!” Elena’s face was red with anger.
“I didn’t say that.” Charles’s mouth tilted upwards slightly at the corners, with a vague smile.
Zack choked and coughed. This little girl was really modest and was just being played by Charles. It was clear that the more she tried to explain it, the more she could not explain it clearly and it would be more misleading.
Elena was aching to hit someone now! It was a disappointment that... she could not outsmart him. She felt completely helpless and frustrated!
Taking a deep breath, she looked at Zack and said, “Mr. Luke, please get him out of here.”
“I told you he’s not Charles.” Charles came to her and quietly pulled out the chair. “I am.”
“If you don’t leave, I’ll call the police!” She took a few steps back as if she was dodging some terrible virus.
“You scared the little girl,” Zack finally could breathe evenly and said with a smirk. “Why don’t you leave?”
“Zack.” Charles c****d his eyebrows.
He had been surprised that Elena, who wasn’t stupid but maybe she was a little naive, would firmly believe that Zack was him. It looked like Zack had been trying to pretend to be him.
“What I said is the truth.” Zack’s mouth tilted upwards slightly at the corners. “Elena’s really afraid of you. Why don’t you go? If you have anything to say, just let me tell Elena.”
Charles’s heart could not help but sink.
Zack’s word ‘Elena’ and his particularly gentle attitude toward her gave him a bad feeling.
“You don’t seem to want to clarify it now?” His eyes became deep.
“Clarify what?” Zack played fool.
“Fine.” Charles spoke calmly and appeared relaxed instead.
Noticing he was so calm, Zack felt nervous. Charles was not easy to get be agitated. And, calmer he was, the more trouble there would be.
The door banged open and a woman with a beautiful face came in, her eyes red.
“Zack Anderson!” The woman looked at him with grief and indignation.
Zack looked at the woman in horror like a mouse seeing a cat. “How did you know I was in here?”
Elena was stunned. She looked at Zack in surprise. “Aren’t… aren’t you Charles? You lied to me?”
“Elena, I didn’t lie to you,” Zack hurriedly explained. “I never said I was Charles.”
Elena was annoyed.
What was that?
He didn’t say he was Charles, but he didn’t say he wasn’t! When she recalled back, every word of Zack seemed to have been trapping and misleading her deliberately!
The woman came close to Zack and grabbed his arm. “You, asshole! Scum! We’re engaged, and you said you would go with me for the abortion, but you’re here lying a little girl! You are a monster!”
“What abortion?!” Zack’s face went pale with fear. “Only our families agreed on the engagement. I never did! Besides, why is your abortion related to me?!”
“The child is yours!” said the woman, with a sad angry look on her face. “Are you not going to be responsible?”
“Come on, let’s make it clear!” Zack, with a dark look on his face, as he pulled the woman out of the room.
“Look, he’s a liar,” Charles looked at Zack’s back, a smile slightly curving his lips. “And he’s a scum and swindler who is unwilling to be responsible for his fiancée. Stay away from him.”
The incident had happened so fast that Elena hadn’t come to her senses yet.
What he had said was a little reasonable, but… he was actually Charles.
All sorts of feelings like… embarrassment, guilt, vigilance, doubt and fear, came to mind.
Noticing that she was still keeping her distance from him, Charles raised his eyebrows. “Still don’t believe me? Should I call Larry in to testify?”
“... Unnecessary.” She said very reluctantly. “That… Thank you for the dress incident.”
“You mean I took off your dress?” He grinned.
“No! I mean you found out who ruined my dress!” She went crazy.
Was he sick? Why did he always like to think things in an ambiguous way?
“Just ‘thank you’?” His eyes flickered.
“What do you want?” She stared at him anxiously.
“Sit down and have dinner.” There was a little bit of evil in his smile. “Or… do you want to have me?”
Why did she think his every word was nasty? Elena was sad.
“No, need for dinner,” she said, carefully moving toward the door. “Now that I have expressed my thanks, I’ll be leaving...”
His eyes dimmed, he opened his mouth quietly. “I was looking to see today for something else. Dinner is incidental.”
“What is it?”
“To meet someone.”
“Whom?” she asked. The next moment, quickly she said, “No way!”
“Are you sure?” His eyes flashed a convincing smile. “You beat him up for no reason yesterday. You really won’t apologize to him?”
In an instant, she paused, uncertain. She hit the wrong person yesterday, and then ran away. It was quite immoral. She should apologize.
Feeling embarrassed, she said, “Let’s go now. I don’t have to have dinner…”
“The dishes have been ordered. How wasteful would that be?” He said, unruffled.
Visiting Samuel was just an excuse. It was true that he wanted to get Elena to stay for dinner.
She became more uncertain. She thought for a long time and finally sat down, keeping her distance from him.
“Alright… By the way, why hasn’t that man come back?”
Seeing her looking toward the door with anticipation, he somehow felt uncomfortable.
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