Chapter 1383


    Chapter 1383 Do I Have To Remember This Too?


    She recalled that when she was in her teens, Jiminy always had to go on business trips to Xedells. At


    that time, Xedells was quite prosperous, and she wanted to go and have some fun too. So, Jiminy took


    her and Jessica along as well.


    While strolling down the street, Charlotte had witnessed several people rushing out of a casino from a


    distance. At that time, a man had brutally chopped off the left hand of another man who was lying on


    the ground with a machete.


    Charlotte had always lived in a safe environment, so she had no idea that someone could be so brazen


    as to attack someone in broad daylight. She was simply terrified.


    After that, the scene would forever remain etched in Charlotte''s mind. Coupled with frequently


    witnessing gang members fighting with the police, harassing women who were havingte-night snacks


    with no regard for consequences, and using drugs to lead families toward destruction, her disgust only


    grew stronger.


    Even though Charlotte loved to have fun, she remained upright and behaved properly.


    Aside from smoking and drinking, she steered clear of everything else, especially keeping her distance


    from scions who were also drug addicts.


    Charlotte noticed that Jerry remained silent, as if he understood something. She tried tofort him,


    “Jerry, he''s not even in the same league as you. You''re way more handsome than him. I''m just joking


    around.”


    Jerry said, “Deep down, both of us are the same kind of person.”


    His voice was low, and Charlotte was crouching quite far from him, so she couldn''t hear him clearly.


    “Jerry, what did you just say?”


    “Nothing,” he replied.


    After finishing her work, Charlotte let out a sigh. Suddenly, she nced at the man from the corner of


    her eye, gesturing for him not to move, and raised the measuring tape in her hand.


    After measuring, Charlotte nced at the number on the measuring tape and eximed, “Wow... I


    never noticed this


    before.” She held up the tape measure for the man to see, unable to contain the surprise in her voice. “I


    didn''t expect you to be this outstanding, Jerry.”


    Jerry nced at her. “Do I need to remember this too?”


    “No. That''s good enough for me to know.” Charlotte took the phone from his hand, along with the


    measuring tape, and she threw both of them onto the sofa. She then jumped onto him yfully, and


    Jerry lifted his arms to support her hips.


    Charlotte clung to him like a sloth. “The sofa is too small, let''s go to the bed. I''m thirsty for you!”


    As she spoke, she leaned in and bit him gently on his corbone.


    Jerry couldn''t help butugh.


    Charlotte was not only good at pleasing people, but she also knew exactly what men like to hear and


    what they expect their femalepanions to do. She would also go out of her way to serve them,


    making their happiness her top priority.


    Her sweet words were like honeyced with poison, tempting others to willingly consume them, despite


    knowing how toxic it was.


    The two of them indulged themselves until almost dawn. Jerry was a light sleeper, and when he woke


    up, he instinctively raised his hand to embrace the person beside him, only to find that his arms were


    empty.


    It was almost nine in the morning, but Charlotte was not in bed.


    Jerry got up and put on his pants, but when he went to the bathroom, Charlotte wasn''t taking a bath


    there either. He knew that Charlotte waszy and would never get up before ten in the morning,


    regardless of the season. But now, she was gone.


    He felt somewhat agitated. After he finished washing up, Jerry left the bedroom, only to faintly hear


    indistinct voices outside.


    As Jerry entered the living room, he saw a person standing near the ind counter, wearing a ck silk


    embroidered shirt.


    As the shirt was quite oversized, it seemed to be his.


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    The hem of the shirt barely covered the woman''s thighs, and her legs appeared even more slender and


    dazzlingly fair against the ck shirt.


    She walked barefoot on the wooden floor, swaying her hips asionally to the music ying on her


    phone. The hem of her shirt fluttered like waves, creating a subtle and enticing allure.


    As he observed Charlotte pouring the coffee she had bought into the mug and wiping away stains on


    the rim, Jerry seemed to understand what she was doing.


    He chuckled but didn''t go over. Instead, he quietly returned to his bedroom.


    He had just entered the bathroom andthered his chin, preparing to shave, when Charlotte entered


    the bathroom shortly after. She leaned against the doorframe, grinning as she watched him.


    “Good morning, Babe.”