Leon's POV
I uncorked the wine with a satisfying pop, the cork flying off with a sharp, sudden burst. I poured the dark, rich liquid into Charlotte's glass, the crimson flow catching the light, then filled my own.
"You really are quite the gentleman," Charlotte said, her eyes narrowing with disdain. "If that was your true persona, I might actually think about dating you. But it's not. You might play the part of a gentleman, but deep down, you're just a scum who takes advantage of others."
I took a long swig of my wine, savoring the smooth taste before meeting her gaze with an amused glint in my eyes. "You really don't hold back, do you? No filters at all," I said, my smile widening. "But don't forget, there are scummier people out there than me. If I were truly the scum you think I am, I wouldn't have let you go in the first place."
"I can't really think of anyone else who's as much of a scum, other than you," she told me.
