My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 1383

Chapter 1383 Do I Have To Remember This Too?

She recalled that when she was in her teens, Jiminy always had to go on business trips to Xedells. At

that time, Xedells was quite prosperous, and she wanted to go and have some fun too. So, Jiminy took

her and Jessica along as well.

While strolling down the street, Charlotte had witnessed several people rushing out of a casino from a

distance. At that time, a man had brutally chopped off the left hand of another man who was lying on

the ground with a machete.

Charlotte had always lived in a safe environment, so she had no idea that someone could be so brazen

as to attack someone in broad daylight. She was simply terrified.

After that, the scene would forever remain etched in Charlotte's mind. Coupled with frequently

witnessing gang members fighting with the police, harassing women who were having late-night snacks

with no regard for consequences, and using drugs to lead families toward destruction, her disgust only

grew stronger.

Even though Charlotte loved to have fun, she remained upright and behaved properly.

Aside from smoking and drinking, she steered clear of everything else, especially keeping her distance

from scions who were also drug addicts.

Charlotte noticed that Jerry remained silent, as if he understood something. She tried to comfort him,

“Jerry, he's not even in the same league as you. You're way more handsome than him. I'm just joking

around.”

Jerry said, “Deep down, both of us are the same kind of person.”

His voice was low, and Charlotte was crouching quite far from him, so she couldn't hear him clearly.

“Jerry, what did you just say?”

“Nothing,” he replied.

After finishing her work, Charlotte let out a sigh. Suddenly, she glanced at the man from the corner of

her eye, gesturing for him not to move, and raised the measuring tape in her hand.

After measuring, Charlotte glanced at the number on the measuring tape and exclaimed, “Wow... I

never noticed this

before.” She held up the tape measure for the man to see, unable to contain the surprise in her voice. “I

didn't expect you to be this outstanding, Jerry.”

Jerry glanced at her. “Do I need to remember this too?”

“No. That's good enough for me to know.” Charlotte took the phone from his hand, along with the

measuring tape, and she threw both of them onto the sofa. She then jumped onto him playfully, and

Jerry lifted his arms to support her hips.

Charlotte clung to him like a sloth. “The sofa is too small, let's go to the bed. I'm thirsty for you!”

As she spoke, she leaned in and bit him gently on his collarbone.

Jerry couldn't help but laugh.

Charlotte was not only good at pleasing people, but she also knew exactly what men like to hear and

what they expect their female companions to do. She would also go out of her way to serve them,

making their happiness her top priority.

Her sweet words were like honey laced with poison, tempting others to willingly consume them, despite

knowing how toxic it was.

The two of them indulged themselves until almost dawn. Jerry was a light sleeper, and when he woke

up, he instinctively raised his hand to embrace the person beside him, only to find that his arms were

empty.

It was almost nine in the morning, but Charlotte was not in bed.

Jerry got up and put on his pants, but when he went to the bathroom, Charlotte wasn't taking a bath

there either. He knew that Charlotte was lazy and would never get up before ten in the morning,

regardless of the season. But now, she was gone.

He felt somewhat agitated. After he finished washing up, Jerry left the bedroom, only to faintly hear Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

indistinct voices outside.

As Jerry entered the living room, he saw a person standing near the island counter, wearing a black silk

embroidered shirt.

As the shirt was quite oversized, it seemed to be his.

The hem of the shirt barely covered the woman's thighs, and her legs appeared even more slender and

dazzlingly fair against the black shirt.

She walked barefoot on the wooden floor, swaying her hips occasionally to the music playing on her

phone. The hem of her shirt fluttered like waves, creating a subtle and enticing allure.

As he observed Charlotte pouring the coffee she had bought into the mug and wiping away stains on

the rim, Jerry seemed to understand what she was doing.

He chuckled but didn't go over. Instead, he quietly returned to his bedroom.

He had just entered the bathroom and lathered his chin, preparing to shave, when Charlotte entered

the bathroom shortly after. She leaned against the doorframe, grinning as she watched him.

“Good morning, Babe.”