Leon Battleson’s features were handso, and when he smiled, his beautiful eyes curved slightly, perhaps due to his age, making him seem harmless.
Right now, the distance between Charlotte Thompson and Leon Battleson wasn’t far, allowing Charlotte to carefully observe Leon’s looks, and she managed to find places in his brows and eyes that resembled Justin Battleson’s.
In Leon’s eyes, a flicker of light danced as he looked straight at Charlotte, and in a montary trance, she noticed a hint of certainty in his expression.
He seed confident that Charlotte would agree to his request.
Charlotte maintained a composed deanor, yet her mind was awash with complicated thoughts.
Of course, she didn’t want any unnecessary entanglent with Leon, but recalling his recent actions, Charlotte felt that refusing him could lead to unforeseen consequences.
It seed Leon had counted on this when he made such a request.
The more she looked at the smile on Leon’s face, the more botherso it seed, causing Charlotte to avert her gaze, letting out a sigh that appeared helpless:
"Alright."
"So only work matters make Miss Thompson nod." Leon mused, touching his chin thoughtfully.
But Charlotte didn’t respond; as she pondered what might pertain to work, Leon had already chosen a nearby restaurant.
However, upon arriving at the restaurant, Charlotte felt a chill.
She hadn’t expected Leon to have reserved a spot here in advance.
Following the guiding waiter, Charlotte couldn’t help but glance at Leon beside her, and noticing her gaze, Leon also looked over at this mont.
"I think you’ll like it here."
"Actually, I’m not particularly fond of Western restaurants." Charlotte spoke indifferently, only to receive Leon’s light-hearted laughter in return.
"Alright, I’ll rember that. This ti, bear with it; next ti, it won’t happen."
Such a response made Charlotte furrow her brow. Walking alongside Leon, a faint fragrance entered Charlotte’s nostrils.
Among it seed to be mixed with other aromas, giving the scent an odd quality.
What kind of perfu is he wearing?
Just as Charlotte was puzzled, the waiter had already guided them to the reserved spot.
Glancing at the ti on her phone, Charlotte took advantage of the waiting ti for the dishes to broach business matters with Leon.
Yet, oddly enough, though Leon had initiated the topic, he seed uninterested in it once they were at the restaurant, instead asking common questions.
"Mr. Battleson."
Charlotte spoke calmly, interrupting Leon’s inquiry about her preferred jewelry.
"I’m here to discuss collaboration matters with you; what you’re talking about seems irrelevant, doesn’t it, Mr. Battleson?"
However, Leon nonchalantly propped up his chin, lifting his gaze to look at Charlotte before him, and smiled:
"How could it be irrelevant? We are partners, understanding partners and catering to their preferences; what’s wrong with that?"
Saying this, Leon paused for a mont, then folded his palms together under his chin, his gaze steadily eting Charlotte’s eyes.
"As a businessman, this is sothing I must do, regardless of who is in front of ."
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