Chapter 1105
"A classmates gathering, it wouldn't be very appropriate for me to ruin it," he said, sitting still as a mountain.
Charles Carrington sneered coldly, pointing the selfie camera of his phone at Alexander Foster's face: "Look at your expression. I bet you wish you could teleport."
With that, he stood up. "Let's go. I'll take you."
Alexander Foster glanced at him slightly: "You will accompany me?"
His dark gaze as sharp as a knife, silently observing him.
Charles glanced at his cup: "You've been drinking? I'm worried something might happen to you. I will accompany you."
"It's water."
His eyes seemed to examine Charles while his thin lips curved in a small smile: "My things, why are you so concerned?"
Charles threw his clothes aside and sat back down: "You're overthinking it. What could I possibly worry about?"
His hand instinctively reached for a cigarette. Suddenly remembering that Alexander hated the smell of smoke, he abandoned the idea and threw it back.
