“And even Kenneth got into a fight for her, like, totally risking his reputation… Who is she, really?”
“Did you notice? She actually looks a little like Kenneth…” The waitress could barely contain her excitement. “Could she be his sister? Maybe some secret daughter from the Gates family?”
The other girl's eyes went wide. It was like they’d uncovered a huge secret.
...
Not far away, Charlotte had heard every word. When she caught the comment about her resemblance to Kenneth, she raised her brows and slowly looked up.
She paused for a few seconds, then reached for her phone. With a few quick taps, she searched: Kenneth.
Thousands of results popped up. Charlotte switched to the image tab and scrolled through the photos. There was Kenneth—no colored hair, no makeup, dressed neatly for once. Her pretty eyes narrowed.
Okay. There was kind of a resemblance.
Am I really that unattractive? she thought, not sure whether to laugh or cry.
Before she could dwell on it, the door swung open. A fresh, clean scent floated in on a gentle breeze. Suddenly, a broad, warm chest pressed close behind her, and strong arms moved as if to pull her into an embrace.
“Were you waiting long?” Anthony’s breath was warm against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
Charlotte glanced up at his arms, her look cool and calm. He caught on right away and shifted, choosing instead to hold her wrist gently. He offered a soft, helpless smile. “Let’s go home.”
Kenneth followed behind. When he saw how quickly Anthony backed down, he gave Charlotte a silent thumbs-up.
...
Anthony had been drinking, so he couldn’t drive. Hans was already waiting by the entrance, ready to take them home.


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