Seeing that Quentin wasn’t genuinely upset, Charlotte finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, “My parents will take good care of Nash. I’ll go wash the dishes and help the kids with their homework later.”
Quentin nodded. He trusted Charlotte.
After stepping out, Quentin lit a cigarette, his expression somewhat gloomy. Although he said he didn’t mind, he still felt uncomfortable inside.
Especially Emma’s attitude left him cold. She knew his relationship with Charlotte had improved, yet she still brought Charlotte’s suitor to their home?
After all he had done, she told him it was what he deserved and that he wasn’t good enough for Charlotte. How could he completely let that go?
Fortunately, Charlotte’s attitude reassured him. Nash wanted to steal his girl? Dream on.
Inside, Nash began to talk about his experiences over the years. He spoke of the hardships of working abroad and casually mentioned his achievements, subtly showing off.
“Now the company has sent me back to develop business here, and I don’t even know where to start,” Nash said.
Emma’s eyes sparkled. “Nash, how much do you make in a year? I heard from your parents that your annual income is over ten million.”
Nash replied, “Our investments depend on performance. My annual salary is usually several million, and if investments succeed, the bonuses are substantial.”
“Last year was tough; I made around twenty million.”
Emma’s eyes shone even brighter. Twenty million! The entire Pittman family might not even make that in a year!
Nash was a financial powerhouse, a true gold mine.
“Auntie, let’s talk about something else. Work is work,” Nash said.
Emma agreed, “Yes, yes. You and Charlotte haven’t seen each other in so long; you should catch up. We won’t disturb you.”
Nash turned to Charlotte, “Charlotte, I’ve always felt guilty about what I did back then. I’m here to apologize.”
Charlotte replied indifferently, “I’ve forgotten about it. There’s nothing to say about the past.”
Back then, when Charlotte was at her lowest point, Nash not only failed to comfort her but also scolded her harshly. She had seen through him since then. When Nash pursued her before, he was as gentle as a neighborly brother. After that incident, he completely changed.
Nash smiled bitterly, looking pained. “Charlotte, you know I had my reasons back then…”
“Nash, I need to help the kids with their homework,” Charlotte interrupted and turned to go inside.
A flash of resentment crossed Nash’s eyes. Why could she accept Quentin but not see his goodness?
He couldn’t accept it! He didn’t understand that Charlotte valued the sense of security Quentin gave her, not someone who blamed her hysterically when things went wrong.
Without responsibility or security, how could Charlotte have any affection for him? Now she only spoke to him out of past friendship and respect for their families’ relationship.
Nash took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry for intruding. Auntie, Uncle, I’ll take my leave now and visit again another time.”
He left with dissatisfaction. No matter how resistant Charlotte was now, he would conquer her one day! Quentin could never be his match!
As he walked downstairs, he saw a figure standing by the car, holding a cigarette and slowly shifting his gaze toward him.
Nash smirked disdainfully, tearing off his gentlemanly mask as he swaggered over.
“What’s this? Mr. Howard, still here waiting for me?”