the Surton’s residence.
Maggie asked Reynald to stay for lunch, and he didn’t refuse. She went to the kitchen to cook, seemingly intentionally leaving the living room space for the two of them, and asionally paying attention to the soundsing from the living room.
Reynald took a sip of tea and noticed Charlotte’s absent–mindedness. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry, if theye looking for trouble with you and your alum again, you can alwayse to me
She came to her senses, But this is too much trouble for you.”
Why would it be troublesome, Reynald set down the teacup, Your matters are never considered troublesome.”
Charlotte fel a bit ufortable.
Did she ovenhink
Why does it feel like he was confessing in a roundabout way?
Reynald noticed her strangeness, silently rubbing the rim of the cup with his fingertips. Did he still scare her?
Just then, Charlotte’s phone vibrated a few times.
<b>She </b>picked it up <b>and </b><b>saw </b>the caller ID:“Jaxson.”
She hung up without answering.
But soon, the doorbell rang
Charlotte’s face changed slightly, she tightened her grip on her phone, Could it be
Maggie was wiping her hands as she walked out of the kitchen, and Reynald <b>stood </b>up “Auntie, let me do it.”
Reynald opened the door, and standing outside was none other than Jaxson,
The two of them locked eyes for <b>a </b>moment, the atmosphere eerie.
Jason’s lips curled with a hint of mockery, sneering, “Mr. <b>Steward </b>seems to be <b>at </b>leisure.”
He alsoughed, “Where is Mr. <b>Hamilton </b>free?”
Jaxson’s gaze passed over him and settled <b>on </b>Charlotte’s face. After a few seconds, he looked at the somber–faced Maggle and said, “It seems like my mother–inw doesn’t wee me.”
<b>Maggie </b>tightened her apron and had to be polite, “Oh, Mr. Hamilton was just joking.”
<b>jason </b>frowned.
It seemed that he was a little displeased with this <b>“</b>title“,“Charlotte and I <b>haven’t </b>divorced yet. Would you mind calling me Mr. Hamilton<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Maggie was taken <b>aback</b>, about to say something, <b>when </b>Charlotte interrupted<b>, </b>“Jaxson, do you have business at the <b>Sutton’s </b>residence?” Can’t <be </b><b>when </b>you’re free? His dark eyes as obscure <b>as </b><b>the </b>night fell on Charlone’s face, “What, <b>afraid </b>of interrupting you finding the next one?”
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Mr. Hamilton, if he is willing, why not divorce Louie! Reynald faced Jaxson directly, with a meaningful tone, “After all, Ms. Warren <b>is </b><b>still </b>wanting for Mr. Hamilton.” As <b>soon </b><b>as </b><b>the </b>words fell, Jaxson grabbed his cor, veins bulging on the back of his hand, his cold eyes sharp, “Mr. Steward doesn’t think <b>he’s </b>being <b>too </b>nosy?”