Wendy pouted. "First, my tricks failed on him. "
"Second, he said that I offended the wrong person."
"Your tricks?" He was surprised. "Tell me about it."
"Why should I tell you?"
"Because I saved you today. This horrible coffee is not a treat. So as a compensation, you should let me know your tricks."
She curled her lips for he bad views on her coffee.
But still she said, "I told him that I only like women."
"Cough, cough." He was forcing himself to take another sip of the coffee, then hearing...
She looked at him, "Are you okay?"
He stared at her. "This is your trick?"
"Yeah. It works before. As long as I say that I like women, they would walk away."
"So did they really believe that?"
"Maybe because I've said this too many times, many people know that there is a lesbian waitress in the Nighttime Bar. Then they believe it."
He shook his head and asked with a smile, "But how about your reputation?"
"It doesn’t matter, my innocence is more important. So, I don’t care their judges on me."
"Innocence …" He raised his eyebrows and thought of their night together.
When he repeated the word, she immediately thought of the same thing, and her ears turned red.
"Why did you get drunk that night? For Gorman or Bain? Or another man?"
She turned her head to him with a cold face. "Mr. Charles, don't you think you should stop being so interested in my privacy as a decent man,?"
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