Frey's POV
I can't be wrong that man is indeed, Charles. From his masculine jawline, thick eyebrows, and pointy nose, I knew it was him. And most of all is his deep husky voice that I still seem to hear even now.
I was dumb to realize it late, but it's alright, it's not too late to catch up with him and have a chi-chat.
I hurriedly entered Mint Bar again and tried looking around before walking at the cluster of people hoofing on the dance floor.
"Excuse me. Sorry, excuse me." I had managed to get into the middle crowd, checking every man that could probably be Charles.
Amidst the loud and frantic music, I still surpassed the heavy volume of people having fun. I directly go through the restrooms and sneak for every door. But there is no sign of him.
I sighed in frustration, both my hands on my waist thinking deeply. "Where should he go? It was just a matter of minutes when we bumped into each other."
