Chapter 161
After hanging up the phone, Charlene dove back into her work with renewed vigor,
By nine in the evening, after absorbing a wealth of information, Charlene felt a lot better and much more refreshed. That’s when Stewart called.
“Feel like hanging out?”
Half an hour later, Charlene arrived at the bar.
Stewart was waiting for her at the entrance, asking, “Fancy a drink?”
Charlene paused for a moment before responding, “Sure, why not.”
Stewart leaned in closer, peering into her eyes, “Rough day?”
“Getting better now.”
tewart didn’t pry further, instead, he ordered her a light, blue cocktail.
Holding the glass, Charlene sipped her drink slowly while listening to Stewart chat with his friends. Unbeknownst to both of them, they were being watched from the upstairs lounge.
Kelvin muttered, “So, it’s her with Stewart.”
His companion glanced in Charlene’s direction, visibly taken aback.
Kelvin chuckled, “Caught your eye, huh?”
His friend didn’t answer directly but instead asked, “You know her?”
“Yeah,” he said, “She’s the girl Dalton was into before he suddenly lost interest, the one I mentioned a few days ago.”
His friend observed Charlene, noting how her serene and clean aura stood out amidst the chaotic blend of colorful lights and booming music, making her seem almost out of place, yet undeniably graceful.
Stewart asked Charlene, “Wanna dance?”
Charlene wasn’t much of a dancer, but she was willing to give it a try, “Sure.”
On the dance floor, led by Stewart, Charlene began to move with the music. Gradually, she found her rhythm, swaying gently, a bit tipsy, her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, and her eyes sparkled more seductively than usual… Kelvin, watching them, cursed under his breath, “Ms. Ross might not stir the same conquest desire as Ms. Hawkins, but she’s undeniably fresh and tempting. A real beauty!”
His friend remained silent.
Just then, Charlene felt her phone vibrate.
Without stopping, she checked her phone and immediately froze upon seeing the caller ID.
Stewart noticed her change in demeanor and leaned in, only to go pale, “It’s our professor!” Quickly, they left the dance floor.
As they were leaving, Charlene inadvertently caught sight of Kelvin and the handsome young man beside him. Not knowing Kelvin very well, Charlene diverted her gaze and moved over to join Stewart at the entrance of the bar. She answered the call with a hint of apprehension in her voice, “Professor…”
me up at noon tomorrow.”
After hanging up the phone, Charlene dove back into her work with renewed vigor.
By nine in the evening, after absorbing a wealth of information, Charlene felt a lot better and much more refreshed. That’s when Stewart called.
“Feel like hanging out?
Half an hour later, Charlene arrived at the bar.
Stewart was waiting for her at the entrance, asking, “Fancy a drink?”
Charlene paused for a moment before responding, “Sure, why not.”
Stewart leaned in closer, peering into her eyes, “Rough day?” “Getting better now.”
Stewart didn’t pry further, instead, he ordered her a light, blue cocktail.
Holding the glass, Charlene sipped her drink slowly while listening to Stewart chat with his friends.
Unbeknownst to both of them, they were being watched from the upstairs lounge.
Kelvin muttered, “So, it’s her with Stewart.”
His companion glanced in Charlene’s direction, visibly taken aback.
Kelvin chuckled, “Caught your eye, huh?”
His friend didn’t answer directly but instead asked, “You know her?”
“Yeah,” he said, “She’s the girl Dalton was into before he suddenly lost interest, the one I mentioned a few days
ago.”
His friend observed Charlene, noting how her serene and clean aura stood out amidst the chaotic blend of colorful lights and booming music, making her seem almost out of place, yet undeniably graceful.
Stewart asked Charlene, “Wanna dance?”
Charlene wasn’t much of a dancer, but she was willing to give it a try, “Sure.”
On the dance floor, led by Stewart, Charlene began to move with the music. Gradually, she found her rhythm, swaying gently, a bit tipsy, her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, and her eyes sparkled more seductively than usual… Kelvin, watching them, cursed under his breath, “Ms. Ross might not stir the same conquest desire as Ms. Hawkins, but she’s undeniably fresh and tempting. A real beauty!”
His friend remained silent.
Just then, Charlene felt her phone vibrate.
Without stopping, she checked her phone and immediately froze upon seeing the caller ID.
Stewart noticed her change in demeanor and leaned in, only to go pale, “It’s our professor!” Quickly, they left the dance floor.
As they were leaving, Charlene inadvertently caught sight of Kelvin and the handsome young man beside him.
Not knowing Kelvin very well, Charlene diverted her gaze and moved over to join Stewart at the entrance of the bar. She answered the call with a hint of apprehension in her voice, “Professor…”
“Come pick me up at noon tomorrow.”
Charlene blinked in confusion, “What?”
But the line had already gone dead.
Stewart eagerly asked, “What did the professor say?”
Charlene replied, “He wants me to pick him up at noon tomorrow.”
“Did he mention why? Or if I should come too?”
Charlene shook her head.
Stewart checked his phone, finding no messages from Kenton, and felt a sting of rejection, “The professor’s playing favorites.”
The lively atmosphere of the bar was indeed relaxing. Feeling much better, Charlene playfully pressed her hand against Stewart’s chest, “Feeling better now?”
“Not yet. You’re covering tonight’s tab, then I’ll feel better.”
“Got it,” she smiled.