Chapter 773 He Doesn't Know How to Cherish Women at All
After Charlotte finished talking, Brady glanced at the contract in her hand.
Seeing the company seal, he confirmed it was indeed their contract. But how could Alaric have left such an important document behind?
This was a rookie mistake, and Alaric had been with him for years. It was hard to believe he would make such a basic error.
Brady couldn't help but feel a bit suspicious.
However, getting the contract back now was better than someone else finding it.
So, he reached out and said, "Alright, hand it over."
"Sure thing, Mr. Hall." Charlotte obediently handed over the contract and then said, "Mr. Hall, I won't bother you any longer."
As she turned to leave, she deliberately twisted her ankle.
Her heel rubbed against her high-heeled shoe.
With a loud thud, she fell heavily onto the hard floor.
The pain was intense, causing Charlotte to furrow her brows and her body to instinctively shudder.
This time, the price she paid to stay here was quite high.
If the previous cut was only a brief pain, injuring her foot would take a while to fully recover.
But no matter how long it took to heal, including the nerve pain she felt now, she had to endure it.
Otherwise, everything she had done before, including the injuries on her wrist, would be in vain.
Thinking of this, Charlotte began to pretend to stand up in front of Brady, but her foot was genuinely hurt, and she couldn't get up immediately.
She could only pitifully call out to Brady, "Mr. Hall, I'm sorry, I can't stand up. It hurts a lot. Please let me rest for a moment, and I'll leave as soon as I can."
As she spoke, she squeezed out a few tears from her eyes.
"Did you hurt your foot?" Brady's gaze fell on her slightly swollen ankle, which indeed looked twisted.
He frowned again.
No matter how much he didn't want to touch any woman other than Violet, in this situation, he had no choice but to bend down and help her up.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hall." Charlotte felt the pain in her foot lessen significantly as he helped her up.
She gazed at Brady's handsome face with a look of infatuation.
"You didn't mean to get hurt." Brady glanced at her ankle and, out of a sense of duty, said, "Come inside, I have some ice."
"Thank you, Mr. Hall." Charlotte nodded obediently and followed him slowly into the presidential suite.
"Sit on the couch for a while." Brady pointed to a sofa by the window and went to the suite's fridge to get some ice for her ankle.
Charlotte nodded and sat on the couch, then looked up with longing at the handsome man bending over to get ice from the fridge.
Today, he was dressed in formal attire: a white shirt and black trousers.
The top button of his shirt was undone, and his tie was loosened, hanging casually on his chest, but it didn't detract from his elegance.
It made him even more charming.
Charlotte stared at him, her heart pounding wildly.
How could such a perfect man belong to Violet?
Thinking of this, she tugged at the capsule perfume hanging around her neck, letting the mixed fragrance quickly spread throughout the presidential suite.
Meanwhile, Brady took a box of ice from the bottom freezer, poured out a few pieces, wrapped them in a clean towel, and walked over to Charlotte, handing her the ice pack. "Use this to ice your ankle."
He had no intention of massaging her foot himself.
Charlotte felt a bit disappointed but still took the ice pack.
This man didn't know how to show tenderness to a woman, did he?
But it didn't matter; he would soon be under her spell.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
