Chapter 130: Who Exactly You Like
’What about me then?’Her piercing gaze had been affixed on his indifferent face since he spouted those words. She bore her eyes so hard into him that it seemed as though she wanted to see through him.
"I’m full!"
All of a sudden, she threw down the fork and knife in her hands, got to her feet, and left the table..
"You haven’t eaten anything at all? How can you be full?!" asked Grandma Cordelia in concern.
"Charlotte.."
Ryan’s loud voice boomed out coldly as he called her "Come back and finish the steak before leaving the table!"
His attitude was as aggressive, solemn, and irrefutable as usual.
She pouted. "I’m full already!"
I’m full from my anger already!!
"Sit back down and eat up everything!" insisted the man.
The gloomy young woman stormed her feet as she shot him a glare before eventually returning to the dining table with her head hanging low and obediently picking up the cutlery. Never once did she look at the man sitting across her, though.
This obedient side of hers, however, got everyone else struck dumb.
"Look at that, only our Ryan is capable of taming this willful lady." Grandma Agnes could not resist a chuckle at this. "To think that our troublemaker Charlotte would actually feel scared for once."
"How can you make fun of me when I’m in a foul mood, grandma .."grumbled Charlotte as she furiously sliced the steak to vent out her frustrations.
"What can you make so down at such a young age, lass? Share it with us, and make our day."
"Are you really my grandma at all?" She rolled her eyes.
"It’s just a jest! Come on, spill the beans, and we’ll help you out."
"Nope, not telling!"
She refused to reveal a single word about it as she bit down on her lower lip. Nonetheless, she could not resist glancing at Ryan..
He seemed not at all interested in the topic at her end and was leisurely cutting the steak on his plate instead. Somehow, this calm and idle look of his infuriated her.
She was so depressed and gloomy she hardly had any appetite at all, but he actually remained nonchalant-looking.
Eventually...
"I have someone I like!!" announced the lass loudly out of the blue.
It was a deliberate attempt on her part. She wanted to see how calm and composed can he be after hearing that.
Alas, what disappointed her was that her words shocked everyone at the table but him. Looking as calm and composed as ever, the man merely quietly put down the cutlery in his hands and lifted his gaze to his niece. "What do you know about liking someone?"
"I’m 19 now. What do I not know?"
Charlotte harshly bit down on the silver fork in her hand as she stared straight at him and answered, "Liking someone means your face will flush and Your heart will race when you meet him, and during he times you don’t meet him, you’ll feel a sense of loss and will madly miss him..."
That was exactly how she currently felt toward him!
Ryan sharp eyes were fixed on her pressingly and his sexy lips were pursed into a grim line as he kept his silence.
"Am I wrong?"
His silence prompted her to question the man in provocation.
"Nope, you’re right on that." The one who answered was not her grandma, but his grandma who sat beside her. "How time flies! Charlotte is already 19 years old. She has indeed reached the age where she learns about love..."
"You have no right to date someone as of now."
That was what Ryan said.
"Why is it okay for you, but not for me?" Feeling disgruntled, Charlotte pouted her lips.
"I’m 25 and you’re 19! Is that the same?" The man seemed truly somewhat angered now, his tone sounded a little annoyed than before.
"I’m an adult now, so I want to date and fall in love!" She threw down the fork and knife in her hands and firmly stood her ground.
The tension between the two intensified considerably at once.
Lucy hastily stepped forward to make peace between the bickering pair. "Ryan, Charlotte is no longer a young girl."
After dinner, Ryan retreated to his room. Charlotte followed closely behind, her footsteps echoing through the mansion’s corridors.
Ryan stopped outside his door, turning to face Charlotte. "Why are you following me?" His tone was neutral..
Charlotte’s gaze locked onto his, her expression unreadable. "My wish.."
Upon hearing her words, Ryan turned around and quietly stared at her.
A hint of blush bloomed across her face in her uneasiness about it. "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"
"Who is it that you like?" asked the man out of the blue.
His face looking all solemn.
"Huh?"
She was caught off guard by that question.
Her slightly reddened face instantly flushed red. "About that, I..."
Charlotte suddenly felt somewhat shy and embarrassed.
She was caught in a dilemma, wondering if she should confess to him.
"Ryan, I... The person whom I actually like is..."
"Hm?"
Charlotte hummed and hawed over her words for a long time and was slow to answer.
The more she behaved in this manner, however, the more curious Ryan was about her crush!
Just who is this guy who is capable of making her heart race and her face flush when she meets him and madly misses him when she doesn’t?
"Ugh! Forget it!"
Alas, he did not expect her to suddenly derail from the subject. "It’s better if I don’t say it."
"Why is that so?"
His brows squished together in utter displeasure.
Her silence about that matter was actually due to the recalling of the things she came to know earlier ..which reminded her..
Before you’re certain that the man likes you, you must learn how to hide your feelings. Don’t let him see through you at a glance and learn how to play hard to get, only then will the man be interested in you.
It was why she decided against confessing to him."I didn’t know you were taken. Why expect me to disclose my relationships when you kept yours hidden?"
She pouted her lips. "You’ll surely not let me continue liking that person if I say it out!"
Being the dictator that he is, won’t he be outraged if he finds out that I like him? Who knows, he might even cut off all contact with me in the futurel Any hopes of chasing him will be dashed then! I’m not that stupid to do that!
Her words got him knitting his brows tightly in displeasure.
So, from what she’s saying... the one she likes is certainly not me!
His gaze cooled considerably before warning her in his deep voice, "I don’t care who you like, Charlotte. You’re not ready for dating yet, you’re still a university student. Wait a few more years, focus on your studies first.Should I find out that you’re dating a male student, I won’t let you off!"
It frightened her so much she shrunk back her neck.
Thank God I’m not interested in any of those messed-up male students! With my mature and well-off Brother Ryan around, those rich and hedonistic second-generation heirs are nothing but useless clowns to me!
Ryan stepped into his room, Charlotte following closely behind. The soft click of the door closing echoed through the space.
"Is this mansion your Grandma Cordelia’s?" Charlotte asked, her gaze wandering across the elegant furnishings.
Ryan nodded, his back to her as he browsed through the bookshelf. "Yes, it’s been in our family for generations."
He pulled out a leather-bound book. Charlotte’s eyes lingered on the intricate woodwork of the bookshelf before shifting back to Ryan.
"What are you reading?" Charlotte asked while sitting opposite to him..
Ryan’s response was distracted, his focus already immersed in the book’s contents. "Just something I need to review."
The room fell silent, the only sound the soft rustle of pages turning. Charlotte’s presence was a subtle warmth, but Ryan’s focus remained steadfast on the words before him.
Ryan’s phone rang, breaking the silence. He picked it up, his deep voice answering:
"Hello?"
"That’d better be! 6 PM tomorrow at Sterling Steak Co."
"Alright, I got it!"
Biting down on the pen head, the young girl turned her big glistening eyes toward him and questioned him right away the moment the call ended.
