Charity's beautiful, clear face was in joy to see Chester suffer.
Chester was initially furious, but after seeing the smile she was trying hard to suppress, the frustration in his heart mostly dissipated for some reason.
It had been a long time since he saw her being so relaxed in front of him.
"Really?"
Chester raised his dashing brows. There was a hint of playfulness in the corners of his mouth. "This is my first time experiencing such a thing.”
Charity was taken aback.
She thought Chester would be furious. "This encounter is fate. Are you interested in going in and having a drink together?” Mike invited Chester openly. "Even if we can't be lovers, we can be friends."
"Okay." Chester was speaking, but he was staring at Charity and smiling vaguely.
Charity was shocked. She was the one who booked the private room. Did those two people just decide it by themselves?
"Please enter." Mike had already opened the door to the private room.
"Thank you." Chester walked in coolly.
Mike, who opened the door, turned his head and looked toward Charity in a gentlemanly manner. "Please come in, President Neeson."
Charity had no choice but to go in speechlessly.
She had no idea how things developed to that point. She initially wanted to see Chester be embarrassed. However, she saw him greeting Sherman relaxedly after entering. She did not know what to say.
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