Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 583

“He's such a handsome guy. What a pity he's taken!” one of the women said.

The other woman responded, “Why worry about him being taken? You've snatched someone who was already taken before, haven't you?”

Their voices faded into the distance as they walked away. Charlize, who was being held by Spencer, felt flustered, and her face turned as red as a cooked shrimp.

Spencer took a step back, creating some space for Charlize to move.

The latter looked up and glanced at him, wanting to break free from his embrace. However, he stood still like a mountain before her. She nudged him twice, but he still refused to budge.

With her face already flushed, Charlize felt embarrassed. “What are you doing?”

Spencer grabbed her wrist and asked, “Are you my girlfriend now?”

When she heard what he said, Charlize's face grew even hotter, as if it had been scorched by an iron. “You've already kissed me. Are you trying to deny it?”

Even though embarrassed, she still tried to act nonchalantly. Upon noticing that, Spencer decided to tone down and cast her a gentle look. “You're the one trying to deny it, Charlize.”

Helping her tidy up the stray strands of hair on her forehead, he said, “I'll pick you up tomorrow and take you to the office.”

Charlize's sole focus at the time was to swiftly escape and find a quiet space to gather herself. She paid little attention to Spencer's words, and upon hearing him speak, she simply nodded in agreement, over and over.

Spencer could sense her lack of attention to his words. Feeling somewhat helpless, he let go of her and took a few steps back.

As soon as he stepped back, Charlize darted away like a startled bunny.

She ran back to the banquet hall, and after seeing several familiar faces, she finally stopped in her tracks.

Someone noticed that Charlize was holding a bouquet of roses and asked out of curiosity, “Ms. Johnson, the flowers...”

Charlize's eyes widened as she suddenly remembered the bouquet of roses she was still holding. She instinctively glanced around, contemplating how to hide the conspicuous bouquet, but its size proved too challenging to conceal no matter how she attempted to tuck it away.

She considered the option of discarding the bouquet, but the thought of wasting it troubled her.

After all, it was the first bouquet of roses she had received from Spencer.

While Charlize was still trying to figure out what to do, Spencer emerged from her back.

Charlize locked eyes with him, her face turning flushed, and quickly looked away. She didn't even

notice the socialite who had just greeted her. Clutching the bouquet tightly, she made her way through the crowd.

She managed to avoid the socialite, only to bump into Charles.

Charles, who had already spotted his sister from afar, noticed the bouquet in her hands. After glancing at the bouquet of flowers, he shifted his gaze to Spencer, who was staring at her.

A sudden realization dawned on him, and Charles' expression turned serious as he inquired, “Are those flowers from Spencer?”

Charlize felt a hint of embarrassment. “How did you know, Charles?”

The man's expression grew even more ominous. Charlize paused for a moment, her face filled with concern, and stammered, “Charles, y-you don't seem happy.”

Charles let out a cold snort. How can I be happy when someone's snatching my sister away?

“Do you like Spencer?” he asked.

Charlize blushed right away. I can't believe my brother asked such a direct question!

She lowered her head, looked at the flowers, and bobbed her head in acknowledgment.

With a firm and serious expression, Charles spoke after a prolonged silence. “Stay here. We will be leaving for home in fifteen minutes.”

As his words hung in the air, he turned around and headed toward Spencer's direction.

Spencer stood still, observing Charles as he approached, seemingly unfazed by the encounter, as if he had expected it all along.

Noticing Charles was walking over, Spencer greeted, “Mr. Johnson.”

Charles snorted icily. “You're very capable, Mr. Lacroix.”

Spencer looked at Charles, maintaining his composure. “Mr. Johnson, I'm serious about Charlize.”

“You've only gotten known Charlize for about a year, and you're telling me you're serious about her? Mr. Lacroix, do you think I'm as foolish as my sister?”

Hiding nearby and eavesdropping, Charlize could not help but twitch her lips. I'm foolish? You're the real fool, Charles! This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Spencer paused, his lips pressed together for a moment, before he responded, “I've known Charlize not for just one but for ten years.”

Charles was taken aback for a split second. “Spencer Lacroix, I know everything about you. Charlize had no idea who you were before you came into the picture.”

Spencer's response was swift. “You're right, but perhaps you're too preoccupied to remember the incident that occurred during the winter ten years ago.”

Though angry, Charles retained his composure as he spoke. “Ten years ago? Ten years ago, we—”

He paused, his memory suddenly jogging his recollection. “You were that guy, weren't you?”

“Yes. It was me,” Spencer confirmed.

After a brief pause, he continued, “Mr. Johnson, there's no need to worry so much. The Johnson family is formidable, and dealing with me would be effortless for you. If I ever disappoint Charlize, you can always come and hold me accountable. My life and fortune are yours to command.”

Though the words may have sounded exaggerated, Charles found them satisfactory. “You certainly have a way with words, Mr. Lacroix. Let's see if your actions can live up to your promises.”

Spencer's gaze lowered slightly as he responded, “Feel free to observe my actions and judge for yourself if they hold true to my words, Mr. Johnson.”

Caught off guard by the man's calm response, Charles struggled to come up with a retort. He snorted coldly. “Remember what you said today, Spencer! If you dare to play games with Charlize, I'll ruin your reputation!”

After speaking, Charles glanced at his sister, who was standing in a corner. “Come out here. Let's go home!”

Charlize, taken by surprise when Charles called her out, felt a mix of embarrassment and awkwardness. Without daring to glance at Spencer, she quickly ran toward Charles, tightly holding onto the bouquet of roses.

Spencer watched her and had the urge to remind her not to run too fast and be careful not to trip, but

as he looked at Charlize's retreating figure, he decided to keep his thoughts to himself.

Meanwhile, Charles swiftly led Charlize out of the banquet hall, walking with purposeful strides. Charlize had to quicken her pace and even run to keep up with him along the way.

She held the bouquet of roses tightly against her chest, mindful of their delicate petals. With each step, she trod cautiously, her eyes focused on the flowers, determined to protect them from any harm. As she continued walking, she eventually decided to slow down her pace, taking careful and deliberate steps to ensure the bouquet's safety.

Inside the car, anger welled up within Charles as he watched Charlize's careful movements and the tight grip she had on the bouquet.

Seeing her coming in with the bouquet, Charles could not help but speak up. “These flowers are a nuisance. Just throw them out.”

“I'll sit in front then!” Charlize instantly got defensive. There's no way I'll throw these pretty flowers out! I'll at least keep them for a couple of days!

Charles' lips twitched. “Fine! Stay right here!”

He then looked at the driver and instructed, “Start the car.”

As the car started hitting the road, Charlize lowered her head, gently patting the petals of the roses.

Charles tilted his head aside, shooting daggers at her. “Do you really like Spencer?”

Being asked twice in a row had strengthened her resolve, and Charlize answered with confidence, “Of course. I'm not a fool. I wouldn't have accepted his flowers if I didn't like him.”

“How long have you known him, though? How can you be so sure about what kind of person he is?” Charles questioned her.

“I've known him for five years! I heard of him right when I started university, and I've been working closely with him for over a year. I know what I'm doing, Charles!” she exclaimed with conviction.

Her determination caught Charles off guard. He had intended to respond to her remark but opted to restrain his thoughts, swallowing them in silence.