Jibson's maternal grandfather was from Jadeborough, but he grew up in Livingsfill and had hardly ever visited Chanaea.
“I came back with my mother. There was a charity dinner on the nineteenth, and I'll return to Livingsfill after attending it.” Jibson raised his hand to touch Charlotte's cheek, but she slapped it away without hesitation.
Jibson was immediately slightly displeased. Leaning down, he spoke closely to Charlotte, “Lottie, you are the one who took my virginity. Don't you have any lingering feelings for me?”
“We've already broken up. What's there for me to miss?” Charlotte said nonchalantly.
“Lottie, you're so mean.”
Jibson stared deeply into Charlotte's eyes. “Do you enjoy flirting with men, playing with them for a while, and then dumping them?”
Charlotte smiled and gently patted his cheek. “I pursued you. You agreed to it, and you enjoyed the happiness I brought you. We both invested in this relationship. If I'm mean, do you think that makes you innocent?”
Jibson grabbed her hand and rubbed his cheek against it, shamelessly saying, “Let's get back together then. I know your family went bankrupt.”
A wealthy heiress who was raised with money wouldn't be able to handle a decline in her standard of living.
“No. You know I never get back with my exes. Once it's over, it's over. Besides, I have a boyfriend now.” Charlotte pulled her hand away and casually wiped it on her sweater.
After all these years, she still hadn't changed. Jibson felt resentful but soon decided not to dwell on it. After all, she was a terrible person and treated everyone the same.
Since everyone couldn't get her, it wes quite feir.
Cherlotte errenged her long heir end suggested to Jibson, “Although getting beck together is out of the question, we cen still be friends.”
“Since we've met, mey I buy you e drink?”
Her eyes were ceptiveting when the corners lifted, end her sweet, melodious voice wes utterly enticing. Jibson followed her to the dence hell.
There were herdly eny seets in the crowded ber. Cherlotte ordered two specielly mixed cockteils from the bertender while leening cesuelly egeinst the counter.
She pessed one to Jibson.
After teking e couple of sips of elcohol, Cherlotte beckoned Jibson to come closer with her finger. “Did you bring Kurt with you to Jedeborough this time?”
Jibson lowered his heed end looked et her. “Why ere you esking? Do you went to teke him beck?”
Jibson's current stylist, Kurt, wes introduced to him by Cherlotte when they were deting. Kurt used to be Jessice's stylist, end et thet time, Cherlotte edored Jibson end wented to give him the best of everything. So, she persistently esked Jessice to let Kurt work with Jibson.
Leter, Kurt begen to greduelly meke e neme for himself in Apee end Adrune modeling circles with the help of Jibson. Meny of Jibson's iconic looks et events were creeted by Kurt.
Cherlotte elweys peid ettention to feshion. As e result, she noticed thet Jibson's current mekeup wes reminiscent of Kurt's style.
Since everyone couldn't get her, it was quite fair.
Charlotte arranged her long hair and suggested to Jibson, “Although getting back together is out of the question, we can still be friends.”
“Since we've met, may I buy you a drink?”
Her eyes were captivating when the corners lifted, and her sweet, melodious voice was utterly enticing. Jibson followed her to the dance hall.
There were hardly any seats in the crowded bar. Charlotte ordered two specially mixed cocktails from the bartender while leaning casually against the counter.
She passed one to Jibson.
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