Billionaire's Match

Chapter 483 Ethan's words were so narcissistic they made Charlotte feel sick. This time, however, she didn't argue back. She let him open the thermos, pour out a cup of dark, steaming tea, and frown at it in confusion. The comers of her lips lifted. She nodded and made a courteous gesture, inviting him to drink. Ethan narrowed his eyes at her. The unpleasant smell drifted up to his nose. He hesitated for a long moment, lips pressed together, before finally retreating. "Forget it. I'll drink it later." He poured the tea back into the thermos and screwed the lid shut. "Come on.

I'll take you home." Ethan turned and locked the office door, speaking casually as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Charlotte looked coldly at his back, then softened her voice." You have the time to take me home now? | thought you were heading out." ---- "t's on the way. Your place isn't far." Ethan chuckled, then paused. "After | drop you off, I'll go take care of something else." Angela and the others hadn't arrived yet. Besides, someone was already on their way to receive them at the hotel. Giving Charlotte a ride wouldn't delay him. Charlotte didn't refuse.

less answer. Unable to hold back, Charlotte said, "If you're busy, you can just let me off nearby." "It's fine. We're almost there." Ethan kept his eyes on the road. The glow of the streetlights washed over his sharp features, making him look unusually clean and restrained-cool and handsome rather than lecherous. But Charlotte had no interest in admiring his

enemies' moves. "Ethan, do you have an engagement tonight?" ---- Seeing that he had no intention of speaking, Charlotte finally took the initiative. Sure enough, Ethan glanced sideways at her. "Yes." "An important guest?" Charlotte pointed at his

couple of questions, he would find some excuse to tease her. She clenched her fists and fell silent. When the car stopped at a traffic light, Ethan rested his elbow against the window. He glanced outside and saw her reflection in the glass-head lowered, as if deep in calculation. Soon, the