“Let’s go? We shall have a toast with him.” Peter passed Charlotte a glass of red wine.

“I don’t think that’s necessary.” Charlotte shook her head. “I’ll need to rush back home. Please help me to thank him.”

With that, she carried her backpack and wanted to leave from the backdoor…

Peter saw her leaving and the corner of his lips lifted into a mysterious smile.

“Hey, gorgeous woman. I’ve been waiting for you. Let’s have a drink together.” A young man stopped her in her tracks.

Their eyes met and she immediately felt the intensity from his gaze.

“I’m sorry. You’ve got the wrong person.” Charlotte lowered her head...