They went to the private room and took their seats.
The room was exquisite and elegant, with a strong traditional aesthetic. Charlotte Thompson looked around and felt very comfortable.
What a nice place, she thought. Ashton certainly didn’t have such unique private dining rooms.
"Mr. Battleson, here is the nu. Please order," said the waiter, offering the nu humbly.
Justin took the nu and handed it to Charlotte, saying casually, "Order whatever you like, don’t be shy."
Well, when it ca to food, Charlotte Thompson had always been straight forward.
Charlotte easily took the nu and began to leaf through it. The dishes were varied and eye-catching—many of which she enjoyed.
However, an idea suddenly popped into her mind, and she repressed the impulse she’d had.
Several dish nas burst from her mouth, and the more she said, the deeper Justin frowned.
All of the dishes she ordered were ones Sophie Allen hated, including a fennel pork dish.
Charlotte recalled that Sophie Allen absolutely detested the sll of fennel.
Could it be that she truly wasn’t Sophie Allen? She just looked similar?
Catching Justin’s confusion out of the corner of her eye, Charlotte couldn’t help but smile.
Heh, her plan had worked.
Charlotte had deliberately ordered these dishes to throw Justin off.
After all, she hadn’t been able to find out anything she wanted to know so far.
At present, she had no intention of revealing her plan.
"I’ve made my choices." Charlotte was both generous and elegant. She smiled slightly and gently pushed the nu back towards him.
Watching Justin’s mont of hesitation, Charlotte couldn’t help but feel content, silently giving herself a ntal thumbs-up for her cunning.
"The usual," Justin said, without looking at the nu, and instead returned it to the waiter.
Charlotte closely gripped her water cup. Despite her previous cunning, she still felt a touch nervous.
To hide her nervousness and embarrassnt, she had already taken several sips of water.
It seed her cup was almost empty.
"You’re quite thirsty?" Justin noticed and asked.
Setting down her cup, Charlotte responded with a smile, "I was a little bit, but not anymore."
That was the extent of their brief conversation and there was an awkward silence between them.
Charlotte felt so uncomfortable she was itching to pick at her hand, but she held in her urge because Justin was before her.
Luckily, the dishes arrived quickly. The first ca about ten minutes later.
Few more followed on its heels.
Before she knew it, all their dishes had arrived.
Seeing the full spread of dishes she disliked before her, Charlotte couldn’t help feeling apprehensive.
She started to regret trying to prove to him that she wasn’t Sophie Allen in this way.
It was truly outrageous.
"Do you not like it? Why aren’t you eating?" Justin noticed her expression and asked, teasing her.
Faced with his prodding, Charlotte could only start picking up her utensils. After ntally bracing herself for a while, she finally started digging into the unsightly dishes.
The second she took a bite, her face scrunched up as if she was eating dung.
But she had to, she had to force a smile at Justin.
It tasted as if she was eating wax. Charlotte swallowed most of the food barely chewed.
Looks like hoping for a good al was too much to ask for.
"I’ve heard that this restaurant has really good food, but I just haven’t had the ti to co. Today, I was fortunate to have the chance to dine with Mr. Battleson."
Lying so blatantly made her twitch involuntarily.
To not arouse his suspicion, Charlotte still tried to act as if the food was delicious.
With such acting skills, she could probably compete with Evelyn Curtis.
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