Hearing what Chester thought were words of repentance, Charity wanted to laugh.
Was her goal just to make him eat his words?
Did he really think his feelings were important to her?
Chester did not understand at all. She was not just carrying the weight of Eliza’s body being coerced. There was her share as well.
"Do you think that I hate you just because of the incident where you forced me to obey you?" Charity asked.
Chester gave it some thought. “Is it also because I revealed you and Monte's relationship to use you as a shield for Cindy and the company in order to divert the netizens' attention?"
Charity chuckled. She waved her hand to call the waiter. “Give me a serving of roasted rack of lamb, smoked octopus, and seared foie gras."
"Okay." The waiter memorized it quickly. He asked Chester, "President Jewell, what would you like?"
"Help me make an order." Chester glanced at Charity.
She stared at him in silence for a few seconds. Then, she smiled vaguely and said, "Give President Jewell a serving of black truffle lamb chop, smoked salmon, and foie gras bread pudding."
A brief moment of astonishment flashed across Chester's eyes. However, he did not say a word. After the waiter left, he asked," I remember we've never had French food before. I didn't tell you anything about it either. How do you know my preferences? Was it Shedrick who told you?"
"Do you really not remember a thing?" Charity's lips curved into a faint smile. However, the smile did not reach her eyes.
"Remember what?” Chester frowned.
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