Chapter 10 In My House, We Can Get to Know Each Other Better

The woman's soft touch remained in the palm of the man's hand.

Although she looked thin, she was actually in good shape.

Wearing a cold expression, Charlie Flores loosened the top button of his shirt, revealing his sexy Adam's apple.

It was not a hot day, but somehow, he felt a little thirsty.

At this time, Sophie Nelson felt uncomfortable all over. She was weak and giddy, and there were waves of coldness coming from the floor.

How bold that girl called Laura Scott was to dare drug her!

The glasses upon her face were crooked, which made her bridge of the nose uncomfortable.

Subconsciously, she wanted to take it off, and then she heard an impatient voice, "How long are you going to sleep? You dead woman!"

Then, she heard the sound of streaming water.

Sophie's hand, which initially wanted to take off the glasses, stopped in mid-air, and then she suddenly woke up.

She opened her lids and immediately saw the man's deep eyes, which were tinged with a hint of fury.

Charlie Flores?!

The woman blinked her eyes to make sure she was right.

It was him! How was he...

Charlie revealed a light smile. "Ho, you woke up just in time. Otherwise, I would have poured this basin of water upon your head."

Sophie was stunned and then lowered her eyes to see that there was a blue bucket in the man's hands.

"Were you pretending to be asleep?"

Sophie ignored the question but glanced around quickly. Then, she was surprised to find herself in Charlie's house!

She visited the villa once three years ago. Her memory was not bad, thus, she recognized it in an instant. Its appearance did not change in the least over the last three years.

Sophie quickly calmed herself down, sat up on the floor, then straightened the frame of her glasses. "Am not I supposed to be at the class party?"

The woman did not conceal the confusion in her tone of voice and the puzzle on her face, however, she did try to hide the nervousness and a bit of rebel in her heart from the man before her eyes.

"You were drunk, so I took you back here at my place." Charlie crouched down, placed the bucket in his hand on the floor, and then looked straight at Sophie, asking, "Miss Thompson, shall we talk?"

"Your place?" Sophie put on a surprised look and stood up. "It's quite late. I have to leave now."

This place reminded her of that night and made her want to escape.

"What's the rush?" Charlie asked in a deep voice and then grabbed the woman by her collar and pulled her to his front, "Have you forgotten what I have said? If you don't come..."

Though the man put it in a relaxed tone, it was tinged with a scent of danger. Also, the intense hormone giving off by him made Sophie's breathing quickening.

"Sorry that I haven't contacted you, it was because of the class party."

Sophie swallowed, folded her hands, and put on a sincere expression on her face.

From a close look, Charlie discovered that the woman's appearance was not average but ugly.

Her skin was dull and rough like that of a male, her thick lips were not moist at all. Her nose was small, but those glasses almost hid it completely. Her thick bangs covered her brows and forehead, and her hair was as dry as hay.

The only thing Charlie could not see clearly was that pair of eyes behind her glasses.

As if he had been bewitched, he somehow lifted one hand to touch her face.

"That's okay. It's fine to have you here. We can get to know each other in my place."

The man's magnetic voice sounded inviting, and his slender, masculine hand had reached to the front of Sophie.

With her pupils slightly contracted, she wondered, "What's he doing?"

When his fingertips touched the frame of her glasses, Sophie instantly realized what was going on, crumpled her face and then squeezed out several words.