He was nearly drowned by the jealousy that crept through his heart.
Back then, he had found her silhouette vaguely familiar. Now that he had taken a closer look, his intuition was confirmed.
Olivia was slightly frustrated at how distracted Lochlan was.
“Mr. Lochlan, if the sight of me makes you lose your appetite, let’s not have this meal then.”
“That’s a little too serious, Ms. Warhol,” Lochlan brought his gaze back and replied her coolly.
After dinner, Joseph brought Charlotte out of the restaurant.
“Lottie,” a cold voice which darkly hinted of anger piped up behind her.
Charlotte turned in shock only to see Lochlan walking out with a woman.
Charlotte turned pale when she saw Olivia, who was dressed to the nines complete with her heels.
This was the socialite that was matchmade with Uncle Lochlan, right?
Indeed, with his family background and superior character, only this type of socialite would suit him.
She looked at her own pink outfit guiltily. She did not dare to look at Olivia earlier at the countryside. Now that she had taken a closer look at her, she wanted nothing more than to run away.
Why did I have to bump into her here?
Inexplicable waves of anxiety washed over her, and her palms started to perspire without her realization.
At the same time, a large, warm hand held her little hand and an enchanting voice could be heard, “This is Mr. Lochlan; does he know you?”
Joseph shot a strange look at Lochlan. The raw jealousy and unwillingness in his eyes was plain for all to see.
How is she related to Lochlan?
Even though he had not much interaction with Lochlan, he had always been a calm person who rarely displayed his emotions like this.
Charlotte looked up blankly and her gaze fell on Joseph’s concerned handsome face.
Suddenly, her anxiety seemed to be relieved to a certain extent.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to look at Lochlan. He seemed to have lost some weight...
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