While she was thinking, Charlotte Thompson was overco with fatigue and prepared to go to the pantry to brew a cup of coffee.
However, when she turned around, she saw Adam Ross sitting at a desk not far away.
How did he get here?
No matter how he got here, it was certainly a good opportunity.
Taking advantage of the fact that it was noon and her colleagues had gone off to rest, Charlotte plucked up her courage.
Charlotte walked straight over and greeted Adam Ross, "Good noon, Mr. Ross."
"Good afternoon, Miss Thompson." Adam Ross responded leisurely.
Seemingly noticing the confusion in Charlotte’s eyes, he spontaneously explained, "My second brother had asked to sign a contract. I just finished signing it, and I will rest a bit before leaving."
So that was it.
Regardless, she rely nodded.
However, judging by his tone, it didn’t seem like he was bothered by what happened last night.
This made things easier.
"Are you free tonight, Mr. Ross?" Charlotte glanced at Adam across from her, a faint smile on her face.
"Oh? Does Miss Thompson have any plans?" Adam Ross’ lips curled up, his eyes fixated on Charlotte in front of him.
Like a predator eyeing a prey readying to make a move.
"I was rather abrupt last night. Naturally, I should treat you to a al as an apology. I don’t know if Mr. Ross could honor with his presence?"
Charlotte felt extrely uncomfortable under his stare, but thinking of those two children, she put on a nonchalant face and made conversation.
"Oh?" Adam Ross’ eyebrow quirked up, hinting at a languid tone.
He leant back in his chair, examining Charlotte in front of him with an air of pretending.
This woman was really interesting.
They had a fallout over dinner last night, and yet she was asking him out today?
"Having dinner huh..." Adam Ross fiddled with the fountain pen in his hand, the lustrous surface of the pen felt strangely chilling in his hand.
"What, does Mr. Ross think I can’t afford it?" Charlotte glanced at him and chuckled.
Catching his playful expression, Charlotte couldn’t help but grumble to herself.
This man is way too frightening. After this matter is finished, I absolutely must not get entangled with him anymore.
"It’s not that. I was just considering which place would be suitable for Miss Thompson to host."
Adam Ross smirked maliciously, his gaze settled on the fountain pen in front of him, his tone hinting at a languid air.
Yet this languidness made Charlotte feel a little suffocated.
Adam Ross! Would you like to have dinner or not?
Just when Charlotte had ntally cursed all of Adam Ross’ family mbers, Adam finally spoke leisurely.
"Why not go to Friac? I presu Miss Thompson must be more familiar with it than ."
Friac!
An alarm bell went off in Charlotte’s heart and a trace of alertness flashed in her beautiful eyes.
This man probably has doubts about whether she is Sophie Allen or not.
The light in his eyes was both probing and sly.
After all, the restaurant she liked the most in the past was Friac.
Moreover, it was Justin Battleson who took her there for the first couple of tis, and the experiences were really good.
"Mr. Ross, you are so funny. I haven’t been in Druarus for long, how could I be familiar? As for my als, they have always been pretty casual. Nevertheless, since Mr. Ross would like to go there, I have no objections."
"I have so work here, so tonight at eight. Mr. Ross, you can’t be late."
Charlotte subtly changed the subject and then turned to leave.
As Adam Ross watched Charlotte’s retreating figure, he couldn’t help but compare it with the silhouette in his mind.
Leaning back in his chair, he shifted his gaze to the bustling buildings outside the large floor-to-ceiling window, a smirk curling his lips.
This situation was becoming more and more interesting.
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