CHAPTER 4
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You're promising to close a few business gaps and keep things inside the family, aren't you? With deceptive stillness, Charlotte made deductions.
Do you find that bothersome?
Being a "loose end" didn't sit well with her.
Indeed, damn it! She inhaled deeply and exhaled gradually.
When there was an internal conflict going on, maintaining composure was challenging. You're suggesting a handy union, aren't you? She was doing great. Which will require...?
Sharing a home and being partners both in and out of bed is a large allotment. He shrugged lightly, lifting one shoulder. "An enviable way of life. Eventually, God willing, children He made a brief pause. "Is that specific enough?"
He didn't move. Too still, like a predator lazily awaiting its opportunity to strike.
And you'll renounce your offer to transfer money if I decline. She had to work hard to talk, which made her voice tremble. ‘Yes.’
She just managed to control her temptation to fling the contents of her water goblet in his face as she took up the glass.
Her eyes flashed with rage as they met for a brief moment in time, and it took all of her self-control to put the goblet back on the table.
"I bought and paid for my wife."
Her summary caused a little change in his countenance, and his grey eyes took on the appearance of dark slate.
She fought the overwhelming need to hit him as a quiet fight erupted around her.
Knowing didn't make a difference.
"Charlotte, don't dismiss the offer." With dangerous silkiness, Henry was forewarned. You have no other choices.
That was the case! But the fact infuriated me so much.
"You expect me to submit meekly?"
He musingly observed that Meek and Charlotte weren't depicted on the same page. Ten years ago, she was an infatuated adolescent, but today she is a fiercely independent young woman sitting across from him. who, though defeated and on his last legs, may yet make an effort to fight him.
Henry Reclined in his seat. "You have a choice."
a few options.
A bargain with the Devil, or paying the Devil.
No one could have won.
When do you see the marriage taking place?" she added in a voice tight with repressed rage, "If...if I agree?"
As soon as it is possible, with a specific license.
very shortly.
"Give me all the necessary documentation about your debts, and I'll take care of them," he said. ‘When?’ Though she was no longer caring, it sounded so mercenary.
"The money you so desperately need will be in your bank by tomorrow." The balance is approved as soon as our signatures appear on the marriage license.
She cruelly reminded herself that when money is involved, this is business, and there should be no emotion or trust.
But it irritated me badly. Her eyes changed to a rich sapphire blue, and her chin raised slightly.
"I want to keep running my restaurant," you say. She was quite proud of it. She also resisted giving it up.
Henry's face grew grave.
He equitably said, "You can keep the restaurant as an investment." But there won't be much of your involvement going forward.
All of a sudden, she had problems controlling her breathing. "Pardon me?"
I told you.
With those obstinate remarks, she gave no respite and barely managed to resist the urge to explain to him exactly what he could do with his suggestion.
Consider, said a little voice in warning.
If she left him, she stood to lose everything.
What's the cost of pride when wisdom is present?
The marriage didn't have to last forever, after all.
If she left him a child…
But how was it possible for her to abandon her child? The whole situation was dangerous.
You can't expect me to respond to you right now, can you?
‘Tonight.’
"I have to be at work." She gave her watch a glance before rising to her feet. Now, oh hell. She had very little staff and couldn't afford to be late. "I complete my work sometime between eleven and midnight."
Henry motioned for the waiter, took his wallet out, and paid the tab. I'll take you.
She moved forward swiftly. I can ride the train.
However, you won't.
What benefit did it serve to argue? She would get there faster in a car than on the bus or train.
After seeing her seated, he disengaged the locking system of a top-of-the-line black Lexus. He then slid behind the wheel and carefully steered the vehicle into the flow of traffic.
Numerous cafes and eateries could be found in the Rocks area, and Charlotte told him to park outside her house in two spots.
She received a card with Henry's phone number from him. I'll be ready for your call.
She put it in her handbag, c****d her head, and dashed down a side lane to the back entrance, where she hurriedly locked the door with her key.
She took off her outer clothing, put on her chef's costume, fastened an apron, and wound the length of her hair inside a protective cap before entering the tiny rear room. and started working.
The absence of one staff member caused havoc in the kitchen, resulting in long delays and irritable people as three pairs of hands tried to complete the tasks of four.
As maître d', Freya took reservations, welcomed customers, and made sure they were seated.
Both girls had worked at Charlotte's from the day the restaurant opened, and Harpher held the position of chief waitress. Long-time companions who shared Charlotte's commitment to the restaurant's success.
Together, they had fun times, and they stayed on to assist Charlotte Sort through the financial snag her business partner had left her in.
As customers lingered over dessert and coffee around ten, the rush started to slow down, and by eleven, there were only a few people left.
When the last customer left, the doors shut, the kitchen staff finished up, and only the nightly cleaning remained, it was a relief. It didn't take long because Harper helped place chairs on tables while Charlotte swept the floors.
Henry's concept had only received brief consideration, which did not take into account the bigger picture of marriage, children, or intimacy.
How would she respond to that?
Being so conscious of the man, his s*x, and how it made her feel Knowing that to him, the other person would just be sex
Love was not a factor in the equation and never would be.
Could she pretend to live with him?
Charlotte moved the vacuum cleaner faster to let some of her worried energy out.
for the love of God!
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