Chapter 1468: Chapter 1468: The Person I Hate the Most in My Life
In his memory, this man had a bad temper.
And since he had worked in a bar, he could easily figure out someone’s status from their attire and manner.
He could tell, this man was no ordinary person.
"Who told you to come here?" Charles Mcintosh spoke first. If he remembered correctly, this was the boyfriend Lilac Serval had mentioned, called Little 11.
"I... I came to see Sister Lilac," Little 11 said nervously, his gaze darting around.
"I warn you, do not set foot in this apartment again, understood?"
"Sir... perhaps there is some misunderstanding, Lilac and I, we..."
"I don’t care whether there is something between you or not, starting today, you are not allowed into this apartment anymore. Get out!"
"I came to have breakfast with Sister Lilac, sir you..."
"I said get out, don’t you understand?" Charles Mcintosh’s face darkened, looking very unpleasant, like the sky shrouded in storm clouds, his somber eyes fixed directly on Little 11.
"No, it’s not like that..." Little 11 said with a troubled expression, "Sir, there must be a misunderstanding, I..."
Charles Mcintosh didn’t wait for him to finish speaking. With one hand holding the breakfast and the other grabbing Little 11, he fiercely pulled him out of the apartment.
His movements were forceful, clearly filled with anger.
The slender Little 11 was no match for Charles Mcintosh, stumbling and nearly falling.
Just as Charles Mcintosh was about to close the door, suddenly, a cold hand grabbed his wrist.
It was Lilac Serval.
Lilac Serval had just finished washing up, without makeup, and hadn’t even combed her hair yet.
She grabbed Charles Mcintosh’s wrist indifferently, glancing at him coldly: "Mr. Mcintosh, what is this? Causing trouble at my apartment first thing in the morning?"
"Is it worth it?" Charles Mcintosh glanced at Little 11, "I warned you, don’t come again!"
Little 11 stood in the corner, looking at Lilac Serval fearfully.
Lilac Serval pushed Charles Mcintosh away and stood in front of Little 11.
"Charles Mcintosh, you’re the one who should leave!" She looked at him with cold eyes.
"Sister Lilac, he is..."
"He’s the person I hate the most in my life, without exception," Lilac Serval said through clenched teeth, looking at Charles Mcintosh.
Charles Mcintosh’s hand remained on the door frame, his knuckles whitening for a moment, and his piercing gaze as cold as an abyss.
"Little 11, wait for me, I’ll get dressed and go out to eat with you."
"Alright." Little 11 nodded.
As Lilac Serval walked past Charles Mcintosh, she spoke indifferently: "I hope you won’t come again. Consider it letting me go."
Having said that, she brushed past his shoulder and headed to the bedroom.
Soon, the sound of Lilac Serval rummaging through her clothes came from the bedroom, soft and faint.
Little 11 didn’t dare to get closer to Charles Mcintosh, his eyes showing traces of timidity.
"Also, Charles Mcintosh, it’s no feat to bully a boy ten years younger than you. Wait until I change my clothes and come out, I don’t want to see you," Lilac Serval said as she carried her clothes to the bathroom and then slammed the door shut with a "bang".
Lilac Serval’s voice was defiant and resolute.
In the depths of Charles Mcintosh’s eyes was a profound depth, his figure lonesome and slender, his face covered with a chill.
His heart felt as if it had hollowed out for a moment.
For a long while.
He looked at Little 11, who was standing anxiously to one side, and walked over.
"Mr., Mr. Mcintosh?" Little 11 now knew his name was "Charles Mcintosh", he had never heard Sister Lilac mention this person before.
"What’s your name."
"I... Jachary Chary, ’Jachary’ as in successful, ’Chary’ as in handsome," Little 11 touched his head, seeming somewhat embarrassed and shy.
"20 years old?"
"Yes."
"At 20 you’re not young anymore, you should start acting like a man," Charles Mcintosh said sternly. "A man should have commitment, courage, and responsibility, understand?"