Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 122 I Suspected You Were Talking Dirty, but I Had No Evidence

Chapter 122 I Suspected You Were Talking Dirty, but I Had No Evidence

Nelson spoke indifferently, "What makes you here today?"

Michael answered obediently, "My father asked me to come and visit you."

"Thank you for that." Nelson seemed lazy to spare him a second glance, "If you keep living such a dissolute life, go home and inherit your family business."

Michael opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but upon seeing Nelson's expression, he eventually kept quiet and nodded in agreement.

Nelson sat on the couch, narrowed his eyes, and scanned over to him, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Michael whispered, "There's a car race tonight..."

Nelson replied, "What does it have to do with me?"

Michael furrowed his attractive brows and continued, "Well, recently, they've been saying that you're recovering from your illness, but my friends don't believe it. I got angry for a moment and said you'll be going to watch the car race tonight..."

Nelson remained composed, "I haven't been to such places for a long time."

The young boy looked upset and said, "Mr. Clark, why don't you just go once? If you don't, my friends will definitely mock me. How can I survive in Seyso in the future?"

"Then just go back to your hometown," Nelson said coldly as an extremely cold and unsympathetic man, "Have you done talking? If so, get lost."

Although Michael was also afraid of him, boys of his age cared a lot about dignity, and he mustered up his courage, "Please, I beg you... If I go back now, my father will definitely break my legs."

Nelson was already too lazy to deal with him. He was sitting haughtily on the couch, the words of "sent off the guest" could be seen on his face.

Michael's seemed to think of something, and he suddenly said, "If you don't want to go, then can I take this young lady to the main branch? Since you won't be there, at least I can get this pretty girl with me, right?"

In almost an instant, a trace of gloom passed through Nelson's eyes.

In their social circle, exchanging female companions wasn't an uncommon thing. Those relationships were merely for amusement and lacked of genuine emotions. Although he had not participated in such activities, he had seen many of them before. However, that was the first time he felt a deep sense of disgust from the bottom of his heart.

Michael didn't notice the subtle emotional change in Nelson and he blinked at Charlotte, saying, "Miss, would you like to come with me?"

Charlotte was startled and took a step back. She grabbed onto the couch's cushion and resembled as a frightened little hamster. "No, I am not going."

Seeing her reaction, Nelson's mood improved slightly, and he coldly said, "You heard her? Get lost now."

"Don't be like that..." Michael didn't hesitate to act spoiled, "Please, Mr. Clark... Just go once. You don't even have to meet my friends. They won't dare to say a word once they know you've been there!"

Suddenly, something crossed Nelson's mind as he glanced at Charlotte and asked, "Do you want to watch the car race?"

Charlotte had never seen one before and she was a little curious. Thinking that Nelson might want to go, she nodded to agree.

Nelson thought that she was making some childish fuss, and it wouldn't hurt to take her out to change her mood. He glanced at Michael and said, "I agree. Now, get lost."

Michael was overjoyed. He almost hugged Charlotte and kissed her. However, under Nelson's cold gaze, he didn't dare to and happily left the room.

Nelson looked at the scar-faced man, "White Wolf, take care of him."

The man nodded and left after Michael.

Charlotte asked in a low voice, "Who is he?"

"You mean Michael?" Nelson picked up his teacup and took a sip before casually saying, "Have you heard of Limburn Island?"

Charlotte nodded, "Yes, I have."

Limburn Island was well-known to everyone. After all, it was a special region independent of Guabia and not belonged to any other country. It was a large island situated close to Guabia and was renowned as a notorious black market area.

Charlotte didn't know much about it, but she knew that the place was powerful. Every country wanted to claim it for themselves, but for many years, Limburn Island remained an independent political entity.

"Michael is the youngest son of the Limburn Island's Lord," Nelson said casually as if he was just commenting on the weather. "Because he's not promising enough, his father sent him to military training under my jurisdiction."

Charlotte was stunned, "So Michael will be the next Lord of the island?"

"He's his father's only son," Nelson implied which confirmed her assumption.

Charlotte felt dazed. She hadn't expected the background of that young boy to be so significant. Even if the President's son were to meet him, they would probably be trying to make friendly connections...

At the same time, Caro returned with a bunch of parcels. Charlotte immediately put Michael's matter aside and took the puppy that had just received the vaccination from Cora's arms.

Because of the vaccination, the puppy looked a bit listless, but it still smiled foolishly at Charlotte and rubbed its furry head against her long and fair neck.

Charlotte giggled as it tickled her, "Alright, alright, you should go to sleep first. I'll tidy up your things."

She placed the puppy on the couch for the time being, and suddenly, the little puppy and Nelson locked their eyes across the coffee table.

The little puppy growled fiercely, and Nelson sneered while he was standing up. His figure immediately became enveloped in a mass of fluff, and he said disdainfully, "How dare you?"

"Woo... Woo! Woof!" The little puppy didn't back down at all.

Nelson mocked, "I'll give you a few more years to grow. It's a waste of energy to cook you now."

After saying that, he followed Charlotte to watch her open the parcel.

Charlotte held a sharp fruit knife that glinted under the light. Nelson squinted his eyes, worried that she might hurt herself, and came up from behind. He clasped her hand and said, "Let me do it."

His voice carried a sense of sexy hoarseness, like a furry little bug burrowing into her ears, making her feel uncomfortably itchy all over. Charlotte's back tingled, trying her best to remain calm, "Alright, but Mr. Clark, you're holding me too tight. I can't loosen it..."

Nelson took the opportunity to press the little girl against the wall. She was indeed quite short while standing next to him, who was nearly six feet tall, almost at his chest level. He lowered his head with a wicked smile on his handsome face, "Little one, why are you so weak?" Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Charlotte's back was pressed against the cold wall, and her wrist holding the fruit knife was firmly held against the wall by the man. The icy blade reflected the sharp arc of the man's eyes, causing her heart to race. She didn't know how to react. She could only look at Nelson in bewilderment and whispered, "It's... It's because you have too much strength."

"I didn't use much force," Nelson said suggestively, "If I were to use force, you'd cry out in pain."

Charlotte was speechless and thought to herself, "I suspect that you're talking dirty, but I have no evidence."

Not far away, Cora who was looking at them wondered, "I don't understand what's the young people doing nowadays."