Adam Ross is truly ingenious, throwing so much variety into the mix.
Is he afraid she’ll escape without paying the bill?
Charlotte inwardly complained while her phone suddenly vibrated in her hand.
She glanced down. It was a message from Jack Bryant.
She let out a long sigh of relief. At last, she had an excuse to leave, if she stayed any longer, she feared she’d injure herself from holding back.
"Mr. Ross, my chauffeur arrived to pick me up. I’m going to pay the bill and leave. I’m sorry for my undue suddenness last night. Let’s reconnect if fate allows," she said.
Charlotte flashed an excessively cheerful grin, giving the impression that she could hardly contain her elation.
"In that case, Miss Thompson, allow me to escort you out. After all, a favor shared is a nod spared, it wouldn’t be right to let you leave alone."
"No need for that," seeing his outstretched hand, Charlotte veered off, attempting to slip out through the door.
But Adam didn’t give her the chance. He remained close on her heels. Charlotte sighed inwardly.
This Adam Ross was not to be underestimated.
Just as Charlotte approached the cashier intending to pay the bill, she was informed that it had already been taken care of.
She turned back and saw Adam, a self-satisfied grin on his face, standing not far away. That’s when she understood.
The stunt Adam pulled was just a prank, but luckily, she got his bluff.
So he was just having a laugh, what’s the worst that could happen?
"Mr. Ross, that really wasn’t necessary. I intended to treat you. You catching the bill makes this situation rather awkward," she said. Read complete version only at novęlfire.net
Charlotte looked at Adam, her face apologetic and her smile forced.
"It was only a joke. Besides,"
Adam paused, leaning towards Charlotte.
She stared at the magnified handsome face and her mind went blank for an instant.
"Besides, this restaurant is owned by the Ross family. The boss dining here can surely eat without paying."
Adam’s languid voice was like a rope, pulling Charlotte into confusion.
He chuckled amusedly, as though mocking her naivety.
Charlotte took a deep breath, holding back her anger.
She chanted in her mind, "Don’t argue with him."
Suppressing her anger, she looked at Adam with a smile,
Charlotte spoke, "Mr. Ross, you are truly benevolent, thinking to help me save money. If you need help in the future remember to call me, I’ll gladly lend a hand."
Charlotte blurted this out as if it was a rehearsed speech.
"Of course," Adam said in a casual tone, as if he was really dependent on her.
Charlotte saw her car and waved at Jack Bryant.
Then she turned to Adam Ross, "Then Mr. Ross, we’ll talk another day. For now, I’ll take my leave."
Without another word, Charlotte fled from the restaurant.
Once in the car, she slumped back into her seat, looking as if she’d returned from some traumatic ordeal.
Jack Bryant was the one driving. He glanced at Charlotte wanting to say something but stopped himself at the last moment.
"Mr. Ross, news of your recent incident just broke. Our PR team has begun responding, take a look..."
Adam Ross watched the receding silhouette of the car. Absorbed in thought, he opened his phone to see a message from his assistant.