Long Time, My Baby

Chapter 2 Little Girl, I'm Back!

A Chevrolet pulled up to the Paul Restaurant. The doorkeeper quickly walked to the car and respectfully opened the door for the guests.

A pair of shiny leather shoes hit the ground. Charlie stepped out, looking dapper in casual Armani suit. The arrogant expression in his face intimidated the man holding the door for him.

Leah stood next to Charlie, clad in a stunning white dress. Her eyes sparkled and the corners of her mouth raised in a beatific smile. There was overt joy on her face.

Charlie turned to Leah and signaled her to follow him.

The restaurant was owned by Charlie's family. The manager knew him very well. He walked up to them with a broad smile to welcome them. "Mr. Charlie, how come you are here today?" The waiter next to him bowed respectfully.

"To have a meal. What else do you think I can do in a restaurant?" Recovering from the sting, the manager said hurriedly,

"Yes, yes, of course. Forgive me. This way please, sir." The manager nodded and bowed obsequiously, and led Charlie to a table with the best view. Leah followed him obediently without uttering a single word.

Charlie sat down elegantly, while Leah sat opposite him.

"Mr. Charlie, what would you like to eat?" the manager asked with an ingratiating smile.

"Why don't you ask the lady what she would like to eat? Are you being disrespectful towards her?" Charlie snapped.

"No! No! Miss, what would you like to eat?" the manager stuttered nervously. He realized that Charlie was upset and looked at Leah.

"I'm fine with anything. It's up to Charlie," Leah said.

"Umm..." The manager was in a dilemma now.

"Wellington steak, goose liver paste, milk and corn soup, honey juice and salmon..." Charlie rattled off a few dishes casually and glanced at Leah, who looked clueless.

She watched in admiration as Charlie deftly chose the dishes. The way he said the names of the dishes was so classy and impressive.

"Certainly. It'll be ready shortly." The manager bustled into the kitchen and personally supervised the order.

Looking at the dreamy expression in Leah's face, Charlie was filled with contempt, but he didn't show it. "Leah, pay attention to your image. This is a high-end Western restaurant. I know I'm handsome, but don't act smitten like a fool, okay?"

"I'm sorry!" Leah blushed and lowered her head like a child, who had just been rebuked for doing something wrong.

fine. Just look up and be careful from

restaurants. She felt like a clown and completely out of place. Charlie had grown up abroad and liked Western food. If it hadn't been for him,

Charlie's phone vibrated and a wicked smile appeared on his

can't he take the call in front of me?'

the bathroom, Charlie answered the

tonight?" asked the coquettish voice from the other end of

are you in such a

in a

it. My grandfather has forced me to propose to my girlfriend

does your grandfather give

an orphan. Does she really think that she can be my wife and enter the Rong family? What

the female on

behavior. I'll be

waiting for

the message from his grandfather. "Convince Leah to be your

hell-bent on making this orphan a part of their family. He couldn't stand the thought of having a wife

was disgusted, but he quickly composed himself and

on the table but Leah didn't

Charlie sat down

gently, glanced at the black screen, and

of derision appeared

the knife and fork gingerly, fearing that the cutlery would clang against the plate and make

glance at the woman sitting opposite him, Charlie couldn't help but jeer inwardly, 'What an

him with his elegant fingers and took a sip of the red wine. After hesitating a while, he said, "Leah, let's

emotion. Two years had passed since they started dating, and she could tell that his attitude had changed towards her. She thought

and I like you so we

take some time to think about it?" Leah asked apprehensively, clenching the

demanded,

definitely give you an answer soon. Please,"

Okay." He had originally planned to get engaged

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