“Then why is he calling you at this hour?”
“You should ask him, not me. I have no idea!” Charlotte refused to continue talking about this, so she urged, “All right, leave now. We can talk tomorrow.”
Instead of doing as told, Louis picked up her phone and answered the call.
“You—”
“Hello.”
Before she could say anything, Zachary’s voice came from the other end of the line.
Furrowing her brows, Charlotte glared at Louis before answering, “What is it?”
“Tonight, I…” Zachary was about to say something but suddenly changed his mind. “You sound different. What’s wrong?”
“I’ll hang up if you’ve got nothing to say.”
Charlotte was about to end the call when Louis interjected indignantly, “Why are you in such a hurry? Are you afraid he’ll find out that we’re together?”
“Louis!” She stared at him in disbelief. I can’t believe he just said that!
“Louis?” Zachary’s voice rang out.
“Yes, it’s me.” Glaring at Charlotte, Louis responded furiously, “Zachary, she’s my fiancée now! Please stay away from her!”
With that, he ended the call.
“Louis, do you have any idea what you’re doing?” Charlotte finally lost her temper. Anger bubbled up in her chest as she demanded, “Even if he did call, it must be about the children. Why did you do that?”
“Why didn’t he call in the day to talk about the children? Why at this hour?” Louis retorted. “Why did you treat me coldly when you found out he’s going to come here?”
“You’re drunk. I can’t get through you.” Charlotte refused to continue the conversation. “Please leave, now!”
Sorrow overwhelmed Louis when he saw how heartless she was treating him. At the same time, a strange impulse coursed through his body, making him extremely frustrated.
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