Chapter 284 Misunderstanding

"Come on! Cheers!" Hiram nudged Jay on his shoulders. The latter immediately came to his senses. And cocking his head to the right, he picked up the glass as a grin escaped his lips.

Although Jay and Hiram heckled and broke into cheers, Charles remained quiet on the couch. Even when he took a sip from his glass, his face was stern and almost difficult to read.

Right now, the atmosphere was a little dull and contrary to celebratory—although booze filled their glasses. In fact, even the usual high-spirited and nonsensical Jay felt uncomfortable.

He remembered how Doris went frantic yesterday out of jealousy. And to keep himself away from any more trouble, Jay thought of something to veer away from Libby. "Charles, let's play cards," he suggested, raising his brows up and down.

"All right, sure." Although Charles still sounded cold, it was better than having him with his mouth utterly pressed into a thin line.

"Okay! Let's play cards!" Jay exclaimed and made room on the table. Then he flipped the cards and said, "You two, come here and help me."

He pointed at Lilian and Libby, who both seemed surprised. The two even gazed at each other to confirm whether Jay was really asking them.

As if the two women were not enough, the latter even asked Hanson to play with them.

So, the party of five sat around the table, playing cards.

"If you can win one round, I'll ask them to give you tips," Charles uttered to Lilian as he leaned closer to her.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu," Lilian whispered with a smile.

"Hey! You can't ask us to do that, Charles!" Jay was the most impatient one of the bunch. In fact, this was evidenced by the bitter grimace and furrowed brows painted on his face.

"Come on. It won't cost you a lot of money!" If Charles was playing mute just a while ago, now he seemed to have gathered the energy to spit words and even argue. And this di

man and so kind!" Lilian exclaimed, holding her arms on her heart as if she was on a fairytale.

"H-How long have you known him?" Nancy stuttered. This time, a lump seemed to have found its way on her throat.

"Just a few days!" The woman was so clueless of everything, as evidenced by the sweet smile of delusion.

'Charles, you're really something, huh. How dare you bring a woman home?!’ Nancy cursed internally, gripping the knife tightly as if to ease her annoyance.

"Do you think he likes you?" This time, Nancy went for the bull’s eye. She just needed to know, and sugarcoating her words would not help at all.

However, Lilian merely lowered her head and kept mum. If she didn't say anything, it meant that she acquiesced in it, didn't it? After all, silence meant yes.

"W-When…uhm… did you start…?" Swallowing hard, Nancy managed to ask confoundingly while trying to fight the tears from rolling down her face.

If Charles didn't love her anymore, he could just tell her directly. She was no pushover; she’d never pester him even if it hurt her like hell.

Why bring a girl here? For what? To slap the truth to her face?

"I've told you that we've only known each other for a few days," Lilian finally answered.

"How many times did he come to you?" Nancy asked again with the coldest tone she could muster.

"Twice." This time, Lilian finally felt something odd with Nancy’s voice. Even the look on the latter’s face slightly showcased what she was feeling.

In fact, Lilian knew that the woman misunderstood the entire situation, but she didn't bother to clarify it. She thought it was good to be misunderstood.

Without saying anything, Nancy turned around and stormed out of the kitchen. As she was about to go upstairs, she saw Charles descending buttoning his shirt. And at that moment, a teardrop fell on her face while she tightly grasped both her arms.