The mont their eyes t, both of them froze, instantly recognizing the person in front of them.
Charlotte imdiately recognized that the man with his shirt collar half-open was none other than Adam Ross from the Four-person Party.
He was a close friend of Justin Battleson. They all grew up together, but since Adam was a few years younger, he was considered the fourth brother.
Adam was also surprised, uncertain about whether Sophie Allen was still alive. His mouth slightly open, but no words ca out.
"Are you... Sophie Allen?" He choked out the words, his tone filled with disbelief.
Previously she had only t Adam twice and honestly, she did not have a deep impression of him.
In order not to give herself away, Charlotte pretended not to recognize him.
"Your pick-up line is a bit cliché, can’t you be a bit more original?"
Appearing unfazed, Charlotte sips from her wine glass, a playful smile gracing her lips as she mocks him.
Upon her ntioning this, Adam took a closer look at her. She resembled Sophie, but the aura she gave off was entirely different.
Realizing he had acted out of line, he wasn’t embarrassed, instead, he grinned even more enticingly.
"I apologize if I was rude, I’m Adam Ross, also known as Mr. Ross. I wonder if I could have the pleasure of buying you a drink." Adam introduces himself.
Afterwards, Adam beca more interested in her, his captivating gaze unwavering and making her unable to refuse his invitation.
"Sure," Charlotte agreed cheerfully, moving aside to make room for him to sit.
Although she didn’t have a deep impression of him, Charlotte felt that Adam looked very familiar after they reunited.
Inexplicably, he reminded her of the twin brothers, quartet and quintet. They had similar eyes and eyebrows.
Suspecting him to be the biological father of the twins, she decided to test Adam.
Adam had his own thoughts about her face, which was so similar to Sophie Allen’s, and took a seat next to her.
Two people with ulterior motives sat together, neither of them having pure intentions.
After introducing each other, they did have so preliminary understanding.
"Miss Thompson, you bear an uncanny resemblance to a friend of mine, I honestly mistook you for her. I apologize." He toasted with Charlotte, saying so in order to confirm whether she was in any way related to Sophie.
She drank the wine in her glass without changing her facial expression, using it to hide her montary panic.
"It’s fine, I thought it was another pick-up line," She had regained her calm when she replied.
Her response was casual, but it hinted that she had been approached too many tis.
"Mr. Ross, being as handso as you are, there must be many people pursuing you, right?" she seemingly asked casually.
She had to bring up the matter of the children sohow, and she couldn’t arouse his suspicion, making Charlotte’s task difficult.
Sweat started to form in her palm. She held her wine glass and used it to conceal her nervousness.
Her fingers kept rubbing against the wine glass, the cold touch telling her to stay calm.
"Not too many, I guess," Adam replied with a rare modesty, flicking back his fringe.
For people of their status, too many won wanted to warm their beds, but Adam didn’t just any trash.
After a pause, Charlotte smiled, choosing not to rebut his statent.
"What a coincidence, I also feel that you look familiar. Just like a child I t a while ago. Do you have any children, Mr. Ross?"
Applying the sa routine, Charlotte didn’t explicitly ntion that the children were nearby. Instead, she concealed this fact.
Adam Ross had long forgotten about that matter, he always kept himself away from troubles.
The won he broke up with were always well-taken care of, saying less of children.
"I don’t have any children. Miss Thompson, don’t ruin my reputation." He twisted his wrist, a smirk on his face.
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