Honey, I'll Make You a Star (Margaret and Charleston) novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59 The Dance

"Go away!" Margaret used her other delicate foot that was not injured to kick him away.

"Don't move!" Charleston stopped her kick with his hand.

Margaret's feet were small, and they were definitely not as big as Charleston's hand.

The doctor arrived.

Charleston did not want others to touch Margaret's foot, so he told the doctor that he would apply the medicine.

He applied the ointment on her ankle.

The cool ointment on her wound immediately made Margaret feel better.

Larry could not help but ask, "Sir, the banquet is about to begin. Do you want me to inform them about the accident?"

Charleston had promised the host to dance at the opening ceremony.

With Charleston's status, it was not a problem for him to be a no-show at the last minute.

"Why did you hurt yourself on purpose just to avoid attending the banquet with me?" Charleston stared straight at Margaret.

"Because I don't want to be with you!" Margaret sneered.

Charleston's question was simply not valid.

She had reiterated to him many times that she did not hurt herself on purpose. Yet, this man still didn't believe her.

Margaret was extremely disappointed.

If she had told him that she didn't want to dance with him at the opening ceremony as she didn't want to be branded as his mistress, she knew that there would be no end to the teasing.

Yes, he would definitely tease her inside his heart, for thinking that she was someone to be honored.

"So, you want me to be with another woman?" Charleston asked indifferently.

"It doesn't matter."

"Say it again!" Charleston held her chin. He could not hold back his anger.

"It. Doesn't. Matter!" Margaret repeated. Could this man not understand human language?

Charleston's grip tightened.

His eyes seemed like they were about to pop right out of his socket from anger.

Just as Margaret started thinking that her chin was about to be crushed, he finally let go of his grip.

"Fine!" Charleston turned around and said, "Let's go to the dance floor."

"Who would be your companion?" asked Larry.