Chapter 827: Charles Falls for Hannah
When they decided to get their drink on, Charles hit up a designated driver online.
Just as he was shoving Stella and Hannah into the car, the driver rolled up.
Charles gave the driver Stella's address, planning to drop her off first, then Hannah.
To keep an eye on them, he hopped in the back seat.
Hannah was less wasted than Stella, just a bit tipsy. She was feeling dizzy and weak.
Stella, on the other hand, was totally hammered. Squinting her eyes, she saw Charles next to her and Hannah on the other side. She immediately stood up and climbed over Hannah's legs.
Charles was like, "What the heck?"
Stella deliberately pushed Hannah towards Charles. She said, "Hannah, there's no room on my side. Scoot over a bit, it's too cramped."
Hannah, all dizzy, couldn't figure out what was going on and almost ended up squished against Charles.
Stella chuckled to herself and said, "Hannah, you look uncomfortable. Just rest on Charles' shoulder. His shoulders are broad and comfy."
Even though Hannah's head was spinning, she still remembered not to get too close to Charles.
But Stella didn't care. Seeing Hannah not moving, she just pressed her head onto Charles' shoulder.
Charles, squished into the corner, couldn't move. When Hannah's head landed on his shoulder, he couldn't dodge it.
Hannah instinctively tried to lift her head but her neck felt too heavy.
Yet it felt so comfy.
His shoulder was broad and soft, giving her a warm feeling.
And this feeling was so familiar.
Like she had leaned on it a million times before.
Why did she feel this way?
Hannah closed her eyes, adjusting her head to find the most comfortable spot.
The night breeze blew in through the car window.
Charles caught a whiff of Hannah's scent.
Charles' heart started pounding like crazy. His breathing got heavy.
Seven years. A full seven years. Since Violet disappeared, he hadn't felt this way.
Could it be...? Just as this thought crossed his mind, he immediately dismissed it. No. It couldn't be.
He wouldn't fall for any woman other than Violet.
He wouldn't betray their love.
The reason he felt this way was because Hannah resembled Violet, and he mistook Hannah for Violet, causing his heart to flutter.
Yeah! That must be it.
If he went after Hannah, it would be unfair to both Violet and Hannah.
It wouldn't be fair to Hannah.
In just a few seconds, a million thoughts flashed through his mind.
Stella, with a sly look in her eyes, smiled and said, "Charles, don't you think Hannah is great? Do you like her? If you do, go after her. I'm your sister. I'll totally help you."
Charles glared at her, a bit pissed, "Don't talk nonsense."
Stella said confidently, "I'm not talking nonsense! She likes you, and you like her. If you both like each other, then be together. Why hesitate?"
It's been seven years.
Even the deepest feelings should move on.
Hearing her words, Charles raised an eyebrow, "You say she likes me?"
Stella nodded vigorously, swearing, "Yes, she really likes you! She said you're the most handsome, outstanding, and capable man she's ever met. She not only admires you but also likes you! She also said that any woman who marries you would be super lucky, and she envies the woman who gets to marry you."
Charles' brow twitched, "Did she really say that?"
He wasn't buying it!
Stella, already tipsy, would say anything to pair up Hannah and Charles. She kept going, "I swear, she really said that! She's my best friend, and you're my favorite cousin. Why would I lie to you? If I'm lying, Hannah won't get married."
Charles was puzzled.
Stella, with her head spinning, leaned on Hannah, still muttering.
Stella said, "Charles, believe me. Hannah is really awesome. She's really awesome. You two gotta be together, or you'll regret it, regret it..."
Her voice trailed off until it was completely inaudible.
Charles knew she had knocked out, shook his head with a smile, full of helplessness.
Moonlight streamed through the window.
He couldn't help but glance at Hannah leaning on his shoulder, slightly lost in thought.
Does she like him? Is it true or false? Could Stella's words be trusted?
But she's drunk now.
Drunk words are honest words, so what she said should be true, right?
Thinking of this, Charles gently glanced at Hannah and gave a faint smile.
Knowing she liked him, he didn't feel repulsed at all.
Hannah fell asleep. Stella also fell asleep.
The car suddenly became quiet.
Charles wasn't sleepy at all. The night breeze was super comfy, and he couldn't help but lean back in his seat, closing his eyes.
After dropping Stella off, Charles took Hannah home.
Luckily, he had been here before, so this time he didn't wake Hannah and went straight to the destination.
Charles originally planned to carry her on his back.
But she was sleeping so soundly, slumped awkwardly on his back. Charles was afraid she might fall, so he had to hold her in his arms.
Hannah's head was tightly pressed against Charles's chest.
Seemingly uncomfortable with the jostling, she pouted and mumbled, "I feel uncomfortable, wanna throw up, my stomach feels awful."
Charles looked down at her, his eyes gentle.
"Hang in there a little longer, we're almost home. Once we're home, I'll make you some hangover soup, and your stomach will feel better."
Hannah didn't respond, just moved her head to find a more comfortable spot and continued sleeping.
Charles found her adorable, shaking his head with a smile.
Charles said, "Don't drink again in the future, okay?"
Hannah seemed to hear him and lightly responded.
Charles smiled.
Charles, familiar with the place, found the elevator. Since it was nighttime, the elevator arrived quickly, and he carried Hannah inside.
The elevator doors slowly closed.
They had no idea someone was watching them.
After Charles carried Hannah into the elevator, Austin suddenly emerged from behind a pillar, staring angrily at the numbers above the elevator.
Charles was so familiar with this place.
Which meant he had been here more than once?
He had come to sincerely apologize, feeling he had been too harsh on Hannah earlier, which would only push her further away.
But just as he parked his car, he saw Charles' car arrive, and then saw him carry Hannah out of the back seat.
His expression was so gentle.
His voice was so gentle.
Who was Charles?
Other than Violet, he had never been so gentle with any other woman.
And Hannah was still lying to him, saying they were just friends.
Hannah treated him like a fool.
Austin clenched his fists, restraining his anger. His arms bulged with veins from the fury.
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