Chapter 4

The dinner was held at a five-star hotel.

When I walked in, they had just arrived.

Charles took a disinfectant wipe from his pocket and bent down to clean the seat.

His movements were so smooth, it was obvious he'd done this countless times before.

Charles went out to get the waiter to bring the food.

Violet chuckled softly and said, "My boyfriend's always saying the seats are full of germs, and if a girl wears a short skirt, it's easy to catch something.

"So he always wipes the seat for me."

I just froze.

Honestly, I've been a woman…