"Was that woman just now named Charlotte Thompson?" Harper Gibson paused while picking up his food.
After some thought, he eventually realized she wasn’t on his list of romantic pursuits.
However, that fleeting glance did give him a rough impression of her appearance, which seemed quite pleasing.
"She looks quite attractive; should I give it a try?" Harper sipped his wine nonchalantly. Unbeknownst to him, he was met with two deathly stares.
Feeling a bit uneasy, Harper rubbed his nose and awkwardly took a few bites before shifting the conversation to Oliver Hudson.
He had wanted to ask his question earlier, but waited until Annie left the room. Now that only the four of them remained, it seemed an appropriate time to ask Oliver about it.
"Brother, why did the two of you suddenly reconcile? Let alone anything else, can you really let go of your hatred? And also..."
Harper’s tone faltered, thinking of Annie’s disheartening situation earlier, he unconsciously continued.
"You were so ruthless back then, nearly driving her to death. She forgave you despite your brutal past?"
Harper had noticed something unusual about Annie earlier. She seemed different from the last time he saw her.
Oliver’s face suddenly turned cold, his chin tensed, a threatening gleam flashed in his eyes as he glared at Harper.
"Stop bringing up these issues in front of Annie."
Harper was momentarily at a loss for words. He heaved a sigh and continued eating his food.
Oliver sat upright, his gaze far-reaching and profound.
He skillfully added some sugar to the milk in Annie’s glass, his lips pursed slightly, the words Harper had just said floated in his mind.
Oliver glanced at the closed door of the private room, experiencing a ripple of emotion in his heart.
Perhaps even the heavens could not stand to see his twisted fate with Annie, so she ended up with memory impediment.
Sometimes, she would forget things.
Like forgetting the pain he once caused her, forgetting their intense confrontations in the past.
Since she could forget, why should he remain fixated on these illusory hatreds?
In the future, he merely wanted to take good care of Annie and start afresh.
He wished to rewrite their story. He believed there would be changes between them.
The door creaked open, Annie walked in with a smile, holding Charlotte’s hand.
"Sorry for being late, I was having a long chat with my friend. Let me introduce you, this is my good friend, Charlotte Thompson." Google seaʀᴄh novel•fire.net
Annie, unaware of the affairs between Charlotte, Justin Battleson, and Adam Ross, cheerfully introduced Charlotte to them.
Charlotte nodded at them, deliberately ignoring Justin when her gaze fell upon him.
Justin paused, his face darkened slightly.
"Charlotte, I saved a seat for you."
Coincidentally, Annie had arranged for Charlotte to sit next to Justin.
Charlotte’s face showed a hint of displeasure, but for the sake of Annie, she didn’t say much.
"Miss Thompson, what a coincidence," Justin Battleson said, sounding somewhat anxious.
Sweat dotted her fair forehead, highlighting her creamy complexion, her lips lightly pursed, the neckline of her clothing accentuating her elegant contours.
Her clear and bright eyes were gazing at him in silence.
Charlotte responded coldly, "Nemesis are bound to meet, what’s so coincidental?"
Justin Battleson chuckled softly, handing the cup of milk next to him to Charlotte.
Unexpectedly, Charlotte poured herself a drink in her cup.