I slowly got out of bed, trying to push the fact that someone now knew I was a millionaire out of my head.
There was nothing I could do at the moment unless I wanted to handcuff her in my room or something.
I wasn't sure if Charlotte was a golddigger either, because all she did was leave her phone number—she wasn't forcing anything.
There was no point in dwelling on it now.
I quickly took a shower, put some ointment on my sore ribs, and changed into fresh clothes.
When I headed out of my room to grab something to eat, it was already 11 a.m.
I decided to go to the grocery shop just a street away. After picking up some ingredients, I headed back to Jenkins Hall and made my way to the floor-wide kitchen to make myself some pasta with chicken and vegetables.
There was one guy in the kitchen.
I knew him from my previous time here, but I never spoke more with him than 'hey' from me and 'hey' from him.
"Hey," I said.
