Love You, Spoil You

Chapter 31 Sarcasm

The servant was trembling, afraid that Monica would be angry. This lady was famous for her

shrewdness. She was spoiled by the servants at home. Whenever there was something wrong, she

would beat or scold the servants.

"Of course I don't care, but I think Miss. Charlotte should want to eat it."

Monica was unusual. She didn't make trouble out of nothing.

The servant breathed a sigh of relief. She thought Monica was caring about Charlotte, so she quickly

turned her head.

"If Miss. Charlotte needs it, let the kitchen prepare it."

Charlotte shook her head in embarrassment.

"No, thanks. I don't like pig face."

Charlotte felt that this topic was not that simple, so she quickly refused.

"You don't like it? I thought a thick skinned person like you would like to eat this kind of food. "

Monica's face darkened and said sarcastically without hesitation.

Everyone's face darkened at present.

The most uncomfortable person was that Charlotte, it turned out Monica was aiming at her on purpose.

"Miss. Monica, please respect your words."

Charlotte reminded her coldly. If Monica continued to make trouble out of nothing, she would not ignore

it.

"Respect? What identity do you use to make me respect you? "

As if waiting for Charlotte's retort, Monica threw her chopsticks on the table.

"You are just a bitch sleeping with others as a companion. Do you want my future hostess to respect

you?"

Charlotte's hand, which was holding chopsticks, turned white and her knuckles trembled slightly.

"Do you still want me to respect you? It's ridiculous! Oliver has already looked up to you by asking you

to sleep with him. Don't flatter yourself. People like you can only work with money. You never want to

be respected! "

Monica had vented all her anger in the past few days, leaving no chance for Charlotte to speak.

"Oliver didn't want to hurt me, so he asked someone else to satisfy his needs before marriage. But

don't think too much. Who are you? How could Oliver marry you?"

After venting her anger, Monica was in a much better mood. Perhaps she was tired, her voice was not

that loud.

"I am not!"

Charlotte looked at Monica, who seemed to have succeeded, and firmly denied.

"I'm not the bitch sleeping with others."

She repeated it firmly again, not knowing whether to say it to herself or to the other side.

"Then what do you think you are? Did Oliver give you the other identity? Oliver is going to marry me

soon. Are you still expecting him to marry you? No way! "

Charlotte's determination was instantly crushed by the word "identity". Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Yes, who was she? Oliver had never explained the marriage between the two of them. Was he

disdainful to explain it, or was there nothing to explain?

"I came back this time to discuss the marriage with Oliver. I can tolerate you staying here because I

respect Oliver, but it doesn't mean that I can tolerate you."

Seeing that she had the upper hand, Monica was in a good mood. She continued to eat the food in

front of her, which was a little cold.

Charlotte slammed her chopsticks on the table angrily and was about to leave.

She really wanted to refute, but Charlotte had no reason to do it. She couldn't even refute what she

was thinking in her heart.

"What? You showed such an attitude to me? "

Monica was full of confidence now. The more she saw that Charlotte couldn't refute her, the more

excessive she was.

"I'm full."

Charlotte turned around and left, ignoring Monica's offensive words.

"Oh, you know you had no reason, and you even pulled a long face at me. How shameless you are! "

When Charlotte went back upstairs, she could even hear the wild laughter of Monica.

All of a sudden, the grievance in her heart made Charlotte's nose twitch, but she held it back.

But current grievance was nothing for her. She had endured so many difficult things. And even the pain

of her family breaking up, she could grit her teeth and survive. She couldn't let Monica defeat her with

these trifles that she wasn't afraid of.

Charlotte didn't understand why she would feel wronged and want to cry for other people's words these

days. Maybe it was because she had lived too comfortably recently that she almost forgot that she still

had a lot of greater responsibilities to shoulder.

Sure enough, once a comfortable life began, she would relax.

She didn't take off her clothes and shoes, but fell directly on the bed. Her eyes were red, but she tried

hard to hold back her tears.

She stayed here in order to investigate the truth. She shouldn't care about Oliver's emotional life.

But no matter how hard she tried to hypnotize herself, she would always ask herself what position she

held in Oliver's heart? That cold man was scary like a devil, but when he was smiling, he was so

gentle.

In a daze, she felt that a man full of the smell of alcohol entered the room and directly went to her bed.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Oliver, who seemed to have drunk a lot and was about to make

out with Charlotte as soon as he went to bed.

Her body instinctively wanted to cater, but her head gradually became clear.

Monica's harsh words echoed in her ears again today. She didn't like such a day, nor did she like

physical contact without emotion.

"Let go of me." She refused without hesitation, and her body began to dodge unconsciously.

Charlotte's sudden refusal made Oliver stunned for a moment, and then he thought it was because

Charlotte hadn't woken up yet and she reacted in a daze. So he tightly held Charlotte's hand to prevent

her from struggling. The more tightly she was imprisoned, the more struggling Charlotte was.

With the strong alcohol, Oliver grabbed Charlotte more and more fiercely, and the pain made Charlotte

completely awake.

With all her strength, she pushed Oliver away, jumped far away from Oliver and looked at him warily.

Oliver also sobered up a little. He looked at the frightened Charlotte, who was hiding in the corner like a

shivering dog.

Maybe it was because he was too sudden just now that scared Charlotte.

Oliver took a look at Charlotte deeply, and he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

All of a sudden, her strength was taken away, and Charlotte collapsed on the ground.

In Oliver's eyes, she was just a tool to satisfy his sexual desire.

She couldn't hold back her tears anymore. She covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from crying

sound and Oliver from hearing her.

At night, Oliver held Charlotte in his arms, he didn't have other behaviors and fell asleep soon.

However, Charlotte stayed in Oliver's arms and kept her eyes open until dawn.

One night was enough for Charlotte to calm down her unusual emotions. Now that she hadn't revenged

herself, she couldn't put her mind on something unimportant.

In the morning, the two of them went to the company as usual, as if nothing had happened last night.

Before the car left, a petite figure stopped it. It was Monica.

Today, Monica looked much younger in a light yellow dress, but her big wavy hair made her look too

mature.

"Oliver, I'm tired of staying at home these days. Please take me to your company. I'll also learn by the

way, so as to lay a foundation for me to find a job in the future."

Monica's innocent face was totally different from yesterday's sarcastic look. She looked like two

different people.

Oliver didn't say anything. He thought for a while and nodded.

Monica clapped her hands happily.

"Great! I know you are the best. "

Then she looked at Charlotte, who was also sitting in the back seat.

"Miss. Charlotte, please go to the passenger seat. I want to sit with Oliver."

Although she spoke to Charlotte in a much colder tone, she was still very polite, not as domineering as

yesterday.

Charlotte repeatedly hypnotized herself in her mind that she should think about other things like taking

revenge and work.

She immediately opened the door, then got out of the car and sat on the passenger seat.

On their way, she heard people talking and laughing behind the car, but she all turned a blind eye to

them expressionlessly.

Only in this way could she feel better.

Today, the hardworking and capable assistant Charlotte came back. Mandy looked at the faster and

faster work speed of Charlotte, and then looked at the CEO's office where laughter came from time to

time.

Today, everyone was still discussing privately who the woman who came to the company hand in hand

with the CEO today was.

It seemed that the two were very close. Charlotte, who had been walking side by side with the CEO,

was now following behind the two with an expressionless face. It was hard to tell whether she was

happy or sad.

It was said that this was the CEO's new favorite. Maybe Charlotte had been out of favor and would

leave soon.

Charlotte ignored Monica's provocation and other people's discussion.

She repeatedly told herself that she didn't have a crush on Oliver. It was just because she had the most

contact with Oliver when she was most helpless these days that she became reliant on him.

Charlotte, who had been paralyzing herself with work, was having a bad time.

Emmett had a hard time since he was kicked out by Stella.

He couldn't save money successfully and spent a lot of money on daily life. He had thought that he

could find a rich woman and coax her patiently, but he didn't expect that Charlotte messed it up in the

end.

However, as soon as Emmett was suddenly free, he had no time to hate Charlotte.

Instead, he spent all his savings in the bar and fooled around with all kinds of women.

In order to pursue excitement, he didn't take any protective measures every time.

Until he had sex with a woman in the bar toilet.

As soon as the woman left, two women came in.

Fearing that he would be regarded as a hooligan if he went out suddenly, Emmett decided to sneak

away after waiting for others leaving.

As a result, he heard a bad news.

"Did you see it just now? It's her. "

The two women were fixing their make-up in front of the mirror and chatting.

"I know. I heard that the boss didn't allow her to greet guests, but she still doesn't want to leave."

Emmett overheard that. The conversation between the two seemed to be about the woman with him

just now.

"But even if she leave, she won't do anything else."