Nancy didn't want to talk to Charles anyway.
She picked up the hair dryer and wanted to dry her hair before going to bed.
Charles just sipped his wine casually.
He looked at her calmly. She flipped her long hair and slowly moved across her hair, drying it.
Her hair was a little messy after blow-drying. Her face was a little red and it could be because she just took a shower but it was probably because she was uncomfortable with Charles staring at her.
She eventually turned off the hair dryer.
She turned around nonchalantly and purposely ignored him.
Then Nancy walked over and lay down on the sofa. She turned over and squinted her eyes. She waited and listened keenly to see what Charles did.
She heard Charles set his glass down and then the sound of approaching footsteps.
Hearing this, Nancy gasped. Her heart pounded. She didn't know what to do.
What was Charles going to do?
In all honesty, Charles didn't know either.
He just knew that his heart was
the tea table.
Nancy trembled slightly.
She always knew that Angelina didn't like her family.
Angelina could mock her, but mocking her mother was out of line.
Her mother was not dead; she was just sick!
Mothers were supposed to be caring. How was Angelina so cruel!
Nancy clenched her fists.
"Please stop getting so agitated. I know you don't like me and that you are afraid I will marry Charles. I guess you're overthinking. Judging from the current situation, I'm not sure that he and I can get married anyway!" Nancy was fuming. She wasn't about to be humiliated by Angelina. She had to fight back.
Angelina wasn't expecting Nancy to fight back. "Your grandfather often says that people should know their self-worth. Fortunately, you do!"
"Of course I do. Some people forget that just because they have some power!" shouted Nancy arrogantly.
"What do you mean? Stop beating around the bush. Say what you mean!" Angelina shouted at Nancy, pointing her finger at her.