After hearing Charlie's words, Bella sat down beside him, but she was still very nervous.
Charlie tapped on the dining table, "Dig in."
"Mr. Morgan... I... I've already had breakfast..." Bella waved her hand and sat there as if a statue. But just as she finished speaking, her stomach growled.
"Are you used to lying?" Charlie raised his head slightly to look at her.
She lowered her head without saying anything. Moreover, she didn't know what to say.
Charlie picked up the coffee, took a sip, and said, "Are you afraid of me?"
She was so anxious that she nodded and then shook her head.
But her eyes were as clear and bright as a small deer’s. Obviously, there was a tinge of panic in her eyes.
Charlie smiled lightly and began to have a good mood.
Bella's face glowed like the setting sun. She bit her lips lightly without raising her head anymore.
At breakfast, Charlie ate a lot.
However, Bella hardly ate anything.
When they reached the hotel reception, the receptionist immediately stood up and called Charlie "Mr. Morgan" respectfully.
Charlie nodded slightly and told her to refund the money for the room he had stayed last night.
The receptionist took out the money and gave it to him.
Then Charlie turned around, walked out of the hotel, and gave the money to Bella.
She refused to accept it.
After thinking about it, Bella said, "Mr. Morgan, it was my treat. I can afford it."
Charlie smiled. Obviously, he was amused by her words.
"I got it. But this hotel is mine, so I don't have to pay for it. You can put the money away."
She smiled awkwardly and nodded.
'After getting up in the morning, I have breakfast and then rush to the restaurant. It is close to the evening when I finish mashing the ingredients. Then I check the restaurant's accounts. It is 10 o'clock in the
evening when I leave the restaurant.
I never thought I would lead such a life.
I'm reckless and carefree. I love fashions and follow the latest trends. My favorite things were going shopping and going to elegant restaurants and bars.
But now...'
At that moment, the manager pushed her arm gently.
The manager pushed her several times before she came back to her senses and looked at the manager in confusion," What's wrong?"
The manager pointed to her purse, "Your phone is ringing."
After listening to it carefully, Grace opened her purse, took out her phone, and found that it was Summer's call.
'We met yesterday. It is so late now. Why does she call me?'
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