To be more precise, Charlotte didn't get along with me.
I never had any issue with her initially, but after being insulted by her too many times, I stopped being polite. So when I spoke, I couldn't help but show some anger.
When Charlotte saw me, her demeanor immediately shrank. She looked at me with a hint of grievance in her eyes. "William, why are you bothering Gabrielle? You didn't even tell me that you were coming. I sent you messages, but you didn't reply."
She did send me two messages that day, but they were meaningless. One text asked me what I was doing, and the other asked if I was done with class.
I didn't reply.
I knew exactly why she was suddenly concerned about me. It wasn't because she cared but because recent events made her suspicious that I might be a rich heir. I figured that she probably wanted to get closer to me to find out more about me.
If I told her the truth—that I was just a pauper—she would probably never even look at me again. I knew exactly what kind of person she was. I just didn't want to bother with people like that.
So, I simply said, "I didn't feel like replying."
"You… You're too much. I know I made some mistakes in the past, and I owe you an apology, but you don't need to hold a grudge like this. You're a man. Can't you be a bit more magnanimous?"
I smiled and remarked, "What? Men are supposed to be magnanimous, but women can be petty. What happened to gender equality? Besides, if you keep saying that, the generous women might have something to say to you."
"You!" Charlotte was at a loss for words. She frowned and angrily stamped her foot.
"Enough. Let's stop talking about us. Let's talk about you and Gabrielle. William, did you know that Gabrielle is already engaged to Mr. Singleton? If you're with Gabrielle now, you'll offend him!"
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