Chapter 36 Different Treatment For Her

After taking a refreshing bath, I started my skincare routine, and that was when Charlie pushed the door open.

I found it strange how, ever since the reincarnation, he started coming into my room more often.

"Why don't you want me to attend Yolanda's engagement banquet?" Charlie approached my dressing table, his tone relatively calm. He casually leaned against the edge of the table, his long legs clad in black trousers towering higher than the table's surface.

"I didn't say I don't want you to go. You're being too sensitive," I helplessly replied.

"Is it because Dylan is also going?" Charlie lowered his gaze, a slight furrow forming between his eyebrows. This expression often signaled his rapidly declining mood.

My temples began to throb. What was he talking about? Why would it matter to me if Dylan was going?

"No, Charlie, what exactly are you trying to say? We've never needed to be so tactful with each other," I gently circled my face with my fingertips, ensuring the mask adhered properly, and then proceeded to use a massager to promote absorption.

"I've told you that it's fine for us to see other people, but your target shouldn't be someone close to me. Have you forgotten so quickly?" Charlie's presence had turned icy, and his voice grew darker.

I was both speechless and confused. "Who told you that Dylan and I have a relationship?"

Charlie stared at me, saying nothing. I immediately guessed, "Was it Clint?"

Clint must have told Charlie about what happened at the Roof Club. Coupled with the fact that I asked Dylan to run an errand to buy intimate supplies for me, it led Charlie to have deep suspicions.

He was naturally a man with deep schemes, and anything out of the ordinary would trigger his vigilance. Despite his young age, he could match those cunning old foxes who have been in the business world for decades, if not surpass them in terms of calculation and scheming.

Dylan and I had absolutely no connection other than knowing each other's names and what we looked like.

"Explain." Charlie straightened his posture, casually tucking his hands into his pockets, looking down at me from above.

"Explain what? We're not even acquaintances." I didn't want to explain.

"If you're not acquaintances, then how did he suddenly have your contact number?" Charlie was extremely displeased with my dismissive attitude, a hint of anger flashing across his handsome face. "Rosalie, don't you fucking push my limits!"

I was startled by his anger and looked up at him with wide eyes. "Charlie, are you deliberately starting trouble? Let me tell you, Dylan was the one who contacted me first. Why don't you go ask him how he got my number?"

The photo of me and Jason being taken was actually sent to me by Dylan himself. Otherwise, I wouldn't have his contact information. I asked for it once, but he never gave it to me willingly.

Charlie wasted no time and reached for his phone, intending to call Dylan.

It seemed like it wasn't going to work out.

Dylan was also quite tactful. What if he directly sends our photos to Charlie if he presses him about it? How do I explain Jason's identity to Charlie?

He probably already knows who Lauren's boyfriend is and will recognize that I know her boyfriend just by looking at the photos.

I don't want to lose the God's eye view so soon. I want to wait until Charlie and Lauren's relationship progresses further before saying anything.

"Charlie!" I called out and then removed my mask, getting up and trying to grab his phone. "How can you do this? If there really was something inappropriate between Dylan and me, how could I have slept with you?!"

Charlie seemed somewhat speechless by my response. He raised his arm, holding the phone high up where I couldn't reach, and coldly replied, "Who says a woman can't sleep with two men? What happened while I was away? How would I know that?"

As a modern woman, I have relatively open views on sex, but being falsely accused is really hard to bear. Just as I was about to retort, the phone rang, and Dylan's voice came through, "Hello?"

Feeling both anxious and frustrated, my eyes uncontrollably became red, overwhelmed with a sense of great defeat.

Charlie answered the call while looking at me and, upon seeing me crying out of anger, he hesitated for a moment and finally told Dylan, "It's nothing. I dialed the wrong number."

As Charlie hung up the phone, I felt relieved. I then got into bed, hiding under the covers, wanting to ignore Charlie. Charlie didn't say anything. I heard his footsteps going to the bathroom, and soon after, the sound of running water could be heard.

Could it be that he wants to sleep with me tonight? I felt very uneasy in my heart. Honestly, I didn't want to share a bed with Charlie, firstly because things could easily become complicated, and secondly because I feared my willpower would crumble.

There are countless netizens online jokingly offering to be Charlie's mistress, but I genuinely feel that making love with him would be in the woman's favor. His body is exceptional, and his face is handsome enough to make one's heart flutter.

I have been infatuated with him for ten years, and after being reborn, my mind has become much clearer. The prerequisite, however, is that Charlie treats me like he did in the previous life, discarding me like an old shoe.

Human nature is inherently cheap, and I fear that I won't be able to resist.

After a while, my worries came true as Charlie really slept next to me.

"Charlie, are you asleep?" I took the initiative to speak.

"No, what's wrong?" Charlie calmly asked.

"I want to talk to you." I turned over, and Charlie was lying flat on his back with one hand rested behind his head, eyes closed. I looked at his almost perfect profile and still felt a flutter in my heart, but my rationality told me to restrain myself.

Charlie made a sound and waited for me to continue.

After thinking for a moment, I asked, "Are you pursuing a young girl recently?"

He opened his eyes and slightly turned his head to look at me. "What do you want to say?"

"Nothing, I just heard your conversation with Dylan at the restaurant that day and found out about this. So, I wanted to ask you, are you genuinely in love with that girl? Is she different from the other women before?" I asked curiously, feeling at ease in my heart.

"Different," Charlie replied. The simpler his answer, the more sincere it was.

I paused and looked into his eyes, catching a glimpse of tenderness. Was he thinking about Lauren?

"But doesn't she have a boyfriend?" I pursued.

Charlie's expression turned sour, and he coldly chuckled, "If they break up, then she won't have a boyfriend anymore, right?"

Clearly, Charlie was not concerned with characteristics like decency. I silently mourned for Jason for three seconds, wondering if any problems had arisen between him and Lauren during this time.

"Well, I wish you all the best," I dryly said, then turned my back to Charlie and went to sleep. In my mind, I contemplated whether I should contact Jason more often. It was a great opportunity to play the role of a caring older sister.

If Charlie and Lauren's relationship were to progress, then my relationship with Jason had to progress as well for me to feel fair.