He fidgeted with his cup of coffee in annoyance. Just when he was about to leave, someone pushed the glass door of the café open. A woman, who was dressed fashionably with a pair of sunglasses on, walked in slowly.
âIâm sorry, the traffic was congested. You must have waited for long, Mr. Lochlan.â Olivia took off her sunglasses and flashed him a smile which she thought was pretty.
âI just arrived too,â replied Lochlan indifferently.
Olivia scrutinized the man in front of her. Wearing a suit, he had a dignified aura. In addition to his good looks, he came from a wealthy family too. She heard that he was a firefighter who did not like to inherit the family business.
How interesting.
âMr. Lochlan, do you have any hobbies?â
âNot really.â
âWhat do you like to eat? Western or Asian?â
âMs. Warhol, Iâll get straight to the point.â Annoyed, Lochlan interrupted Oliviaâs questions. He raised his dark eyes and finally looked at her. âI have someone whom I like. This blind date was arranged by my mother against my wishes. Iâm sorry but Iâll have to go first.â
Olivia, who was initially very interested, immediately turned upset. She exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, âWhat did you say?â
Lochlan stood up. He knew that his attitude would infuriate her, but he needed to tell her. âIâm saying that weâre not right for each other.â
âLochlan, youâre being such a bully! Do you think that I wonât be able to marry? Or do you think that youâre extremely charming?â Olivia was so furious that her face turned pale and her body was quivering. âLet me tell you this. Youâll pay for your actions today!â
âIâm sorry, Ms. Warhol.â Lochlan apologized to Olivia. With that, he strode out of the café briskly.
âIâm sorry, Ms. Warhol.â Lochlan apologized to Olivia. With that, he strode out of the café briskly.
Overcome by fury, Olivia grabbed the cup of coffee on the table and hurled it at his back.
Lochlan felt a pang of pain coming from his back. The coffee mug fell onto the ground and broke into smithereens.
The hot coffee seeped through his suit and burned his back while leaving a large stain on the expensive suit.
It was an alarming sight.
He turned around slowly and glared at Olivia coldly. âIâm shocked by your character, Ms. Warhol.â
After speaking, he left without looking back.
The moment he exited the café, his phone rang.
Ashlyn?
For some reason, Lochlan had a bad feeling.
âWhatâs wrong, Ms. Berry? What? Are you saying that Lottie is gone and thereâs blood on the floor?
Okay, Iâll send someone to search for her right away.â
He hung up the call. In the next moment, the BMW dashed out like an arrow, instantly disappearing from the caféâs entrance.
Olivia stood up quickly and got into a Mercedes parked at the café. She instructed the driver, âInvestigate whoâs the b**** Lochlanâs taking care of.â
âYes, Maâam.â The driver quivered. Looks like her blind date didnât go well!
At some point, it started drizzling.
The bleak raindrops were like the reflections of the pedestriansâ sorrow.
A teenage girl, who was completely drenched, walked aimlessly in the rain. Like a zombie, she staggered forward unsteadily, her expression despondent.
âB****, Iâll tear your face apart today. With that, youâll have nothing to seduce men with anymore!
âIâll stab your face until itâs ruined! Perhaps then, you wonât dare to appear in front of my son again.
After all, men are superficial beings who only care about beauty. If your face is destroyed, who would want you? Even if you become a prostitute, no one would want to sleep with you!
No⦠No one will sleep with me⦠Iâm not a prostitute, neither am I a b****â¦
I just donât have a mother.
I donât have a motherâ¦
Mommy, I miss you so much⦠Mommy, where are you?
Mommyâ¦
The dozen needles were still stuck in Charlotteâs face. As her injuries had not closed up yet, blood kept dripping down her face. The relentless rain beat against her face, causing the wounds to hurt terribly.
Not only did her face hurt, but her heart was also aching terribly.
Uncle Lochlan, Iâm sorry⦠Did you not marry because Iâve been a burden to you?