His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1397: Just Got Out of Jail, Alone? _1

Chapter 1397: Chapter 1397: Just Got Out of Jail, Alone? _1

Chapter 1397

This statement was like a hot slap to the face for Layla Lowell, feeling her ears burning with embarrassment.

She shuffled a step, then another to the side, but the man only moved even closer to her.

She retorted, "Who...who said I was watching you? I’m just passing by."

"Oh..." Charles Carrington nodded, wearing a "I’d have to be crazy to believe you" expression.

He said nothing, but the embarrassment wasn’t for him, it was for Layla Lowell.

She was preoccupied with figuring out a cool exit strategy.

Just then, the woman started to seek attention.

With a smiling face, she spoke to Charles Carrington, "Mr. Carrington, I recognize this woman. She was with me at the internet café just now. She’s just here to collect money and she’s not anyone special. Look at me, I am..."

Without thinking much, she was simply jealous of Charles Carrington paying attention to another woman. Fearing Layla Lowell would steal her thunder, she immediately made up this excuse. Unexpectedly, Charles Carrington paid no attention to her.

Charles Carrington directly asked Layla Lowell, "Why are you looking down? It’s not like you. Why did you go to an internet café? Don’t you have a computer at home?"

Seeing herself being ignored, the woman became anxious and said again, "Mr. Carrington, please look at me..."

The man didn’t spare her a glance and his eyes were instead fiercely focused on Layla Lowell.

Feeling the pressure from his intense gaze, Layla Lowell gathered her courage and said, "You’re right, I lied. I didn’t just pass by. But the reason I came here was to watch a good show."

She raised her head to look at him, her eyes revealing a strong sense of arrogance as if the embarrassment was all an act.

The man curled his lips and narrowed his sharp eyes, "Watch a good show? Here at my place?"

Layla Lowell: "Mm-hmm."

Charles Carrington nodded indifferently, then suddenly switched back to the previous topic, "So, you really went to the internet café all by yourself?"

Layla Lowell was taken aback by his focus, took a moment to respond, then promptly retorted, "Is there a problem with that?"

"Just after getting out of jail, all by yourself?"

"I didn’t just get out of jail, I wasn’t even in jail in the first place."

"Why alone? Didn’t your friends host a release party for you?"

"I told you I haven’t been released!" she blurted out in frustration, her chin raised, pointing at him.

The man’s eyes darkened, "My sister went over the fire bowl tonight to dispel bad luck, you were alone, and decided to go to an internet café?"

All of a sudden, Layla Lowell caught the crux of his words and felt a lump in her throat. She was overwhelmed by a sense of sourness in her nose.

The loneliness she felt returning to an empty home washed over her, corroding her heart.

She looked down, grinding her molars, forced the sour feeling back down her throat and said, "Mind your own business. The woman has an aphrodisiac and plans to force herself on you. I’m here to watch the drama unfold."

Charles Carrington was momentarily stunned, his eyes filled with complex emotions, silently watching her.

Upon hearing this, the woman was instantly flustered, hurriedly denying, "Mr. Carrington, don’t listen to her nonsense! I don’t have anything! Really, I don’t!"

Charles Carrington waved her off, and a person behind him pulled the woman away.

The surrounding area instantly became quiet.

Layla Lowell felt the cold wind making her nose icy.

Since earlier, she hadn’t looked at Charles Carrington and fixed her gaze on the trash bin nearby.