"I haven't had my grub yet, let me chow down first before we hit the road." Claud said.
"Uh." Nate, sitting next to her, suddenly choked and couldn't help but cough.
Claud casually glanced at him, then picked up his water glass and took a sip with perfect calm.
Chloe didn't pay him any mind, turned to grab her bag and leave. Just as she was about to rise, Claud's voice came again, "What do you think about me throwing more dough at the Olson Group?"
Chloe gritted her teeth. Claud was such a sly fox.
Seconds ticked by and Chloe was seriously thinking the service was slower than molasses. Looking at Nate, his two plates of pasta were almost polished off.
"Chloe, am I not handsome enough, or just not loaded enough?" Claud asked out of the blue.
Chloe looked at him and shook her head. "You're a real looker, the cream of the crop, one of a kind. The Watson Group is old money, richer than Croesus. If you say you're broke, then most of the world must be in the poor house."
Claud seemed puzzled. "Then I don't get it. If I'm top-notch in every aspect, why the hell don't you fancy me?"
Chloe looked at him, her eyes filled with indifference and distance, but her face was calm, "Because, Mr. Watson, you don't really like me."
Claud chuckled. "How do you know?"
Chloe said, "You're a bit of a neat freak. Last time I was at your place in B City, there was a dish on the table no one else touched. You ate most of it, but as soon as I took a bite, you didn't touch it again. If you were really into me, Mr. Watson, there's plenty of ways to get close. Holding hands, kissing, showering together, sharing a bed, and even... you know."
Chloe didn't say more, just watched Claud's face. From the moment she mentioned holding hands, his brow furrowed bit by bit until it was clear he was totally grossed out.
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