Hearing what Chester thought were words of repentance, Charity wanted tough.


    Was her goal just to make him eat his words?


    Did he really think his feelings were important to her?


    Chester did not understand at all. She was not just carrying the weight of Eliza''s body being coerced. There was her share as well.


    "Do you think that I hate you just because of the incident where you forced me to obey you?" Charity asked.


    Chester gave it some thought. "Is it also because I revealed you and Monte''s rtionship to use you as a shield for Cindy and thepany in order to divert theizens'' attention?"


    Charity chuckled. She waved her hand to call the waiter. "Give me a serving of roasted rack ofmb, smoked octopus, and seared foie gras."


    "Okay." The waiter memorized it quickly. He asked Chester, "President Jewell, what would you like?"


    "Help me make an order." Chester nced at Charity.


    She stared at him in silence for a few seconds. Then, she smiled vaguely and said, "Give President Jewell a serving of ck trufflemb chop, smoked salmon, and foie gras bread pudding."


    A brief moment of astonishment shed across Chester''s eyes. However, he did not say a word. After the waiter left, he asked," I remember we''ve never had French food before. I didn''t tell you anything about it either. How do you know my preferences? Was it Shedrick who told you?"


    "Do you really not remember a thing?" Charity''s lips curved into a faint smile. However, the smile did not reach her eyes.


    "Remember what?" Chester frowned.


    The topic changed too abruptly. He did not understand what Charity was trying to express.


    "Ha..."


    A sarcasticugh came from between Charity''s lips. She held the red wine the waiter had poured just now and took a sip. Her red lips looked even more luscious after being dyed with ayer of rose color.


    It turned out that their rtionship had been her memory alone from the beginning until the end.


    When she and Chester were on their first date, those dishes were the ones he ordered when he brought her to a French restaurant.


    Back then, Chester had told her with deep affection, "Babe, remember the dishes I ordered. Those are my favorites."


    In the end-


    Charity still remembered, but Chester had forgotten everything.


    "Chester, I don''t despise you simply because you forced me. Do you think your sins can be forgotten since Sarah is dead now?" Charity asked sharply all of a sudden.


    Chester''s gaze immediately darkened. He looked at the woman opposite him. His eyes gradually turned cold. "Is it because of Charity?" "That''s right. Don''t forget that it was you who found awyer and sent Charity to jail with your hands. Sarah was the perpetrator, and you''re an aplice.


    Don''t think that you only did it because you were deceived by Sarah. It''s a fact that you did it. A mistake is a mistake."


    Charity sneered. "Do you still feel guilty toward Charity?"


    Chester weirdly felt annoyed and yanked his tie. "This is between me and Charity..."


    "She''s already dead. What''s there left between you and her? Don''t talk to a dead person about your issues with her. You can only talk to the people who''re alive."