Honey, I'll Make You a Star (Margaret and Charleston) novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

"..." Charleston paused for a moment, then raised his eyebrows. "Do you dislike me?"

"A little bit of dislike..." Margaret said, blinking her eyes.

"A little dislike is also a dislike!" The CEO of Limbaugh Group was despised.

Obviously, Charleston's face was a little bad. Looking at this little woman's expression, did she really have such a bad smell?

Charleston pinched her collar and smelled it.

As expected, he felt a sour taste.

His handsome face suddenly turned as black as a rag.

All of a sudden, she walked out of the room.

It seemed that he was going to take a shower.

After all, Charleston, who had a strong sense of self-esteem, never thought that she would be disgusted by women one day!

Looking at Charleston's back, Margaret laughed out in a particularly unkind way, and laughed loudly.

After Charleston left, she felt much more relaxed.

He stood up and went back to his room to clean his face and washed his head by the way.

After all, compared with Charleston, she was not much better.

After washing, she came out with a towel to wipe her hair.

As a result, he vaguely saw a figure on the sofa.

Looking at the stalwart figure, she knew that it was Charleston.

It seemed that he had just taken a shower, revealing a strong chest on his upper body.

There was only a bath towel around the lower part of his body, which made him look like a criminal.

The dim walls were covered with dim lights.

This scene seemed to be an exquisite scene on the painting.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with what you see?" Charleston opened her arms.

Without hesitation, he showed off his perfect figure in front of Margaret's face.

What a dramatic line.

Margaret was a little embarrassed and turned her head. "I don't want to see you."

Charleston Fei did snort, as if he didn't need to explain to her that he had already known about it.

Charleston was sitting in the middle of the room, which meant that no matter how Margaret walked up to him, she had to pass him.

Her hair was still wet, so she needed to dry it quickly, or she would catch a cold.

She had no choice but to move forward and planned to turn sideways to bypass Charleston.

However, when she was halfway through, Charleston reached out and touched her calf.

Margaret was completely unprepared for this touch, and her body immediately trembled with sensitiveness.

It was also at this time that Charleston was quickly held by her waist and relaxed her.

Margaret fell on his lap.

"Let me go. I don't like to be so close to others." And this man was a dangerous man who only wrapped himself in a bath towel.

Holding Margaret's body, Charleston felt that the soft touch was so soft that she didn't want to let go.

"I'm not anyone else!"

"..." Margaret had a headache. How could this guy be so naughty? "Then what do you want to do?"

Charleston blinked his good-looking eyes and smiled evilly. "I want to do something that we haven't done just now!"

"No way!" Margaret refused with a stern expression.

"Why?" Charleston took his words out of the question and asked directly.

This damn rogue actually dared to ask why?

Margaret made up an excuse. "My hair hasn't dried yet. I'll catch a cold!"

"..." Charleston's eyes fell on her hair.

Because she was born with a natural scroll, even if she washed her hair, her hair would still be curled up.

A drop of water gathered at the end of her hair and slowly wet the luxurious carpet.

Charleston snorted and stood up reluctantly. "Blow it dry quickly!"

If she got sick and caught a cold, he would beat her to death!

Charleston got up.

Margaret thought that he was going to leave.