Charlotte wandered around the streets. She had no idea where she was headed, and she did not want to continue living in that house.
She wanted to call her best friend, Lily, but when she realized what her mother had done, she found it difficult to talk about.
While roaming about, Charlotte noticed a pub named the Spirits pub down the street and had a great desire to drink. If I become drunk, I won't be in as much pain, right?!
Charlotte strolled into the bar, ordered a bottle of Martini, and sat in a corner, sipping alone, unconscious of how much attention a gorgeous woman like her drew.
A polished, gentlemanly-looking young man in his thirties sat elegantly on the seat opposite Charlotte, holding a beautifully crafted cocktail. "Beautiful lady, are you alone?"
Charlotte lifted her head and looked at him. She needed to be more impressed with his gestures and demeanor. Instead, she yelled angrily, "Get lost."
The young man was taken aback and smiled in a way he believed was more appealing. "Don't be so aloof. We're fated to meet, so why don't we drink together? Let me introduce myself. My name is Alan Carroll. "This bar belongs to me."
Charlotte was so irritated that she yelled, "Do you not understand English?" "I told you to get lost. I'm not interested to talk to anyone."
She sprayed the whiskey from her glass into the young man's face as she talked.
"Wow!"
"How brazen!"
"Alan, are you alright?"
Immediately after, other individuals gathered around them from an adjacent table.
They were all Alan's friends, sitting nearby and drinking. They were the ones that encouraged him to go over and hit on Charlotte.
They expected the gorgeous Charlotte to be drawn to Alan because of his handsome, good looks and engaging atmosphere. They didn't expect her to be so daring as to splash booze on him! This woman is something!
Alan wiped a handful of martini from his cheeks, waived his hand, and warned his friends not to act rashly, all while keeping a gentlemanly and pleasant smile. He chuckled. "Ah, lovely lady, I want to get to know you better. Must you be so ruthless? I just want to talk."
Charlotte also felt like she was impulsive. After all, Alan had merely strolled over to start a conversation, which was typical in bars. She had just overreacted since she was in a terrible mood.
"I apologize. I was having a horrible attitude right now. I did not mean to lash out at you," Charlotte apologized sweetly.
"Haha, it's an honor to hear that from you." "I guess we know each other now," Alan joked. He immediately turned around and shouted to the bartender, "Go and bring the red wine I've been saving for years!"
"Yes, Sir!"
Soon, the bartender arrived with an ice bucket containing a bottle of red wine.
Charlotte frowned slightly. She did not want to drink with a stranger. "Sorry. I appreciate your kindness, but I need to go home." She stood up and grabbed her bags, ready to leave.
Alan, on the other hand, stopped her with ease. "Don't be in such a hurry to depart. You just splashed booze over my face. I will let go of this, but only if you let me treat you to a drink. "How does that sound?
Alan poured two glasses of red wine and raised one before Charlotte.
Charlotte regretted her decision.
There were all kinds of people at bars, and she was now alone, facing Alan Carroll, the bar owner, who his pals surrounded.
She probably would only be able to leave the pub today once she drank this glass of wine. Charlotte tightened her teeth and stared at Alan. "I can leave after drinking this glass of wine, right?"
"Of course." "Just drink this glass." Alan smiled.
"Okay." Charlotte retrieved the wine glass and apologized to Alan, "Sorry for offending you just now."
She raised the glass to her lips and was about to drink it when a hand grabbed her wrist.
Charlotte was shocked. She turned around to check, only to find a massive and broad chest.
She only noticed a tall, muscular man standing before her like a tower when she raised her head.
She inhaled sharply, and everyone gasped in horror.
The big man who abruptly came was almost two meters tall and projected terrible air.
Standing erect, he resembled a powerful and frightening beast, making others fearful.
"You can't drink that." Just as everyone was stunned, the muscular man let go of Charlotte's hand and warned her.
Charlotte was unable to grasp his remarks instantly. Alan's expression had already darkened, and he narrowed his eyes. "Who are you? This has nothing to do with you. Mind your own business."
The burly man looked at Alan and stated indifferently, "You don't need to know who I am." But you should not have spiked Miss Reed's wine."
"What?!" When Charlotte heard this, she realized something and dropped the glass of wine in her hand, causing it to tumble and shatter. The dark red liquid immediately spread across the carpet.
"Y-you spiked my beverage?! "You're so shameless and despicable." Charlotte shrieked at Alan, shaking uncontrollably.
"Haha." Alan chuckled. "Beautiful lady, do you recognize the person in front of you? Do you believe what he says? What if what he says is wrong, then you offended me twice."
Alan could see Charlotte's surprise and perplexity when she spotted the strong man. She had no idea who he was either.
Charlotte was confused after hearing Alan's words. One was a stranger, and the other was someone she had just met a minute before. She had no option but to look at the two of them with trepidation, unsure who she could trust.
At this point, the tall, burly man announced, "My name is Noah. Mr. Knight sent me to protect you."
Mr. Knight? Is he speaking about Ethan? Charlotte was startled!