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

was equally dispirited

that they could go for a second round to get to know each other better, but Loreen frowned at his suggestion and said, “It’s getting late, I have to

gloom hovered under Harold’s

I’ll just take a taxi back.” She

he suppressed it and said in a polite manner, “Let me see you off then, at least I’ll know which car

time. She nodded and walked out

bugger came along and ruined

I see that fucking dog again, I’ll kill him!” Harold cursed under

***

finished his dinner and was clearing

a supplier quotation in my bag,

“No, I haven’t touched your

fell silent 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

gently. “Look at you, you’re so exhausted. You go and rest,

said, “Indeed, I’m worn out. Thank you,

“You’re welcome, my dear.”

and went out of