Chapter 53 Naughty Boy

"Yes," Charles replied simply to Jay. He didn't know if he loved Nancy, but he had never felt anything close to this before.

All he wanted was to be with her all the time.

The last few times he had been with her, he had had the inexplicable urge to call her "baby," but he had been too nervous to utter those words.

It was only through WeChat that he actually dared to flirt with her or say sweet words to her.

Now, back in his house, Charles was staring at his phone with a smile on his face.

'Nancy will come, right?' he thought to himself.

He was so eager to see her that he wanted to go and pick her up,

but he couldn't leave right now.

Last night, when he had reached home after dropping Nancy off at her place, he had noticed that the light in the living room was still on, which was odd because everyone should have gone to bed by then.

He had quickened his pace in apprehension and found Angelina lying on the sofa with her forehead wrapped in gauze, on which there was a faint tinge of blood.

Bobby was sitting next to her, holding his chin in his hands and looking dejected. A broken phone was placed on

pulling up into the driveway.

"It's Nancy," Charles said casually.

After a whole day of lazing around, Angelina suddenly jerked up. "You're just trying to piss me off, aren't you? I just told you that I don't like her last night, so why do you insist on having her here?" she asked angrily.

"I love her," Charles replied without any hesitation. He wanted to come clean about his feelings.

"What? You're really pissing me off!" Angelina shouted, her hands trembling in anger.

"If you don't let me marry her, then I won't marry anyone in this life," Charles said calmly.

These words really hurt Angelina. What she wanted to see the most was Charles getting married, especially to a girl she liked.

"Charles, you... Humph. You're just trying to piss me off. Ouch, it hurts!" Angelina screamed and groaned, covering her forehead with her hand.

At that moment, Nancy walked in. "Nice to meet you, ma'am," she greeted respectfully, though she was surprised to see Angelina lying on the sofa with a gauze wrapped around her forehead.

"No. It's not nice at all," Angelina said angrily, casting a disdainful glance at Nancy.