The Charismatic Charlie Wade

The young man felt light-headed and dizzy from the smash and almost collapsed to the floor.

The diners around them were also shocked by the sudden commotion.

Harold glared viciously at the young man whose head was drenched by his own blood and sneered, “Get lost, or I’ll break your leg!”

The young man held the wound on his head and growled, “Alright, tough guy, wait and see!”

Then, he ran out of the restaurant.

Harold grinned disdainfully and said, “Fucking loser, who does he think he is to threaten me? I am Harold Wilson, fucker!”

Then, he put on a smug look as he said to Loreen, “There’s always these annoying bugs everywhere you go, don’t let him ruin our night. Come, let’s enjoy our dinner.”

Loreen’s celebratory mood was totally destroyed after the disturbing moment. She simply nodded without a word.

Throughout the dinner, Harold tried to lighten up the mood by striking conversations, but Loreen wasn’t entertained at all.

In her opinion, Harold was nothing but an incapable and reckless man. He wouldn’t even be on her list even if he was the only man left in the world.

Harold, on the other hand, assumed that Loreen would fall for his charisma when he got his hands on the stupid bugger in front of her, but it was the complete opposite. Loreen seemed to be a little more repulsive and disgusted with him.

feeling depressed when he saw the annoyed expression on Loreen’s face. If she didn’t like men who used violence, it would mean that he had dug his own grave by smashing

was equally dispirited throughout the

thought that they could go for a second round to get to know each other better,

hovered under Harold’s eyes. “Let me send you home

taxi back.” She couldn’t be more clear that she wanted to draw a

of fury burning inside him, but he suppressed it and said in a polite

nodded and

the turn of events. Initially, he wanted to have a romantic date and confess to Loreen, but the fucking bugger came along and ruined his

again, I’ll

***

his dinner and was clearing

anxiously, “Charlie, there is a supplier quotation in my

I haven’t touched

for a moment, trying to trace her memory, then, she slapped her forehead and sighed. “Ah, I think I left it in the meeting room! I need to use it tomorrow morning. Mind driving me there to take

you, you’re so exhausted. You go and rest, I’ll get

sighed gladly and said, “Indeed, I’m worn out. Thank you, dear, the file number

“You’re welcome, my dear.”

the car key and went out of