Chapter 93


    The doorbell chime kept repeating. Charmine was annoyed. Staring at the tub that she had just bathed


    in, she decided to do something.


    Crack. The door opened. Julian was initially impatient but his eyes sparkled when he saw her.


    She was in a pretty, white sundress that drew his gaze to her long, fair legs. The fine, white silk dress


    complimented the pink tinge of her glowing, lily-white skin. She had the ideal figure that all men longed


    for.


    “Charmine, you…” He was amazed that it had taken her only five years to turn over a new leaf.


    He wanted to ask her why she had taken so long to open the door for him, but…


    Ssh! A bucket of water was thrown at him.


    “What the hell are you doing!” His face darkened.


    “Are you blind? Can’t you see I’m just emptying my bucket?” said Charmine while throwing the pail


    aside, dusting off her hands.


    “You did that on purpose! I’m here to send you breakfast but this is how you treat me! D o you know


    how much time I’ve spent queuing up for this?”


    “So? Do you think I’d even care? Yes, I did that on purpose. Hit me if you dare!” boasted Charmine


    while leaningzily against the door.


    Julian was mad. He felt like biting Charmine’s head off but his rationale held him back.


    “I know you still care about what happened five years ago. It was my fault. I want to make it up to you,”


    he said.


    “You rejected the bouquet I sent the other day. That’s why I’m here to send you breakfast. Can’t you


    feel my sincerity?” exined Julian whole-heartedly.


    Charmine gave a short, mirthlessugh and said, “Sincerity? I thought you were always a heartless


    idiot for such a long time. I feel disgusted now seeing you here trying to get me to pity you. Look at you;


    your whole body reeked of sluttiness. Perhaps you’ve spent too much time in your sl*thole? You should


    clean yourself up so that you don’t spread your germs to others.”


    Sharper than any two-edged sword, her words shed sharply into Julian.


    “Enough, Charmine! Don’t be a shameless rat! Do you know how everyone’s ranting about you online?


    You’re not even one-tenthparable to Tiffany!” He grabbed her hand forcefully. He had never been


    ridiculed before and was now mad.


    “You’re a woman who has had an abortion. I n the entertainment industry, you’re just a roastee. Aside


    from me, there’s no one else who likes you!”


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    Charmine was about to fight back but a guttural voice interrupted her. “Who told you that no one likes


    her?” It was Anthony, walking toward them.


    The Sun’s rays pervaded his brawny figure, weaving such a royal and charismatic aura over him. With


    four men in suits behind him, Anthony looked like a king on his throne.


    Looking in shock, Julian asked, “Why are you here, Mr. Bailey?”


    Anthony was well-known in Burlington as h e owned half the business in the city. He was known as an


    unobtrusive man who was always an absentee for all possible events.


    `But why’s he here?’


    Anthony threw a cold shoulder to Julian as his focus was drawn to Charmine.


    He was captivated by her.


    She dressed modestly but coquettishly in a fine, white silk sundress, leaning against the door with her


    xen hair.