Marrying the Lord Ruler
CHAPTER 71 (Part 1)

“I'm sorry, I didn't accidentally.” The waiter apologized to Fredy repeatedly. Feeling guilty for making a mistake. He got a tissue to dry Fredy's shirt. Charlotte swiftly picked up the tissue and helped Fredy wipe the front of his dirty-looking shirt.

“Already. It's not okay.”

“It's hard to lose Fred. How about you go home and change your clothes?” charlotte said it was because she saw the man's shirt that was not worth wearing. The drink was pretty much spilled.

“After this I have to meet client Char. The house is quite far away. It won't be possible. Leave it like this.” Reject Fredy. He also couldn't leave Charlotte alone there. Fredy had to drive him back to the office.

“But Fred is full of stains. You can't go anywhere.” Sergey Charlotte wants Fredy to go home.

“That's no problem. Don't worry, I'll have to drive you back to the office anyway.”

“I can go home by myself. Don't be stubborn Fred!” Their debate made some visitors notice the two of them. So did the waiter who had spilled the drink on Fredy's shirt. He bowed with many prayers so that he would not be fired by his superiors because of this problem.

“Ehem. Tell you what, what if Mr. Fredy lent me my shirt. I guess that's the best way out?” haggard Mr. Harfin. He refrained from seeking an opportunity to interrupt. Remember that many people are watching them. Mr. Harfin doesn't seem to want the matter to drag on.

“No Sir, later we trouble you.” Reject Charlotte.

“Troubles what. Not at all. Never mind, better come with me and change her clothes immediately.” Mr. Harfin walked away first. Charlotte was silent, confused to obey Mr. Harfin's orders or not. It would be a shameful occurrence, if they were to trouble Mr. Harfin who was clearly the one they should have asked for cooperation assistance. His decision was not yet obtained either. Doesn't it matter if they trouble him once more?

“Choon Char. Don't make Mr. Harfin wait.” Fredy winks a sign to approve Mr. Harfin's help. He could see the man's sincerity. He knew Charlotte was hesitating on him, but even refusing would only underestimate his help. That's a lot worse.

“Good.

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Mr. Harfin's room is on the 5th floor. The man is reaching for the key to the room card nailed to his pants. Open the door with a real wood twist. The man opens the door first and lets Fredy and Charlotte in.

“Wait here for a while, I'll get the shirt first.” said Mr. Harfin as he entered the closed door of the room. Charlotte was sure, it was her bedroom.

Charlotte stood by observing the contents inside the room. The area may be about 8 x 6 meters. It has one bedroom, a set of sofas and tables, one bathroom and also there is an outdoor balcony. A fairly complete facility according to him.

Not long after, Mr. Harfin came out with clothes in his hands. “This, wear. This is the biggest one in my opinion. Looks like it fit on your body.” Mr. Harfin handed Fredy a brown shirt.

Fredy accept gladly, “Thank you Sir, you are so good once.”

Fredy starts to open his shirt, Charlotte's got Mr. Harfin's shirt on. Waiting for the man to finish.

“Gosh! Where is my phone?” suddenly Mr. Harfin looked panicked when he did not find the item he was looking for. The man looks into his pants pocket. Looking around.

“Maybe it's in Mr's room?” charlotte said.

“Oh yes, try looking there.” Mr. Harfin patted his eel and immediately re-entered his room in shock.

That man is so kind, inner Charlotte. He also searched around there. Fredy continued to take off his shirt.

After getting rid of his dirty shirt, Fredy was about to wear Mr. Harfin's shirt to his body. Suddenly though…

Ting Tong's…..

The sound of the doorbell ringing, Fredy and Charlotte simultaneously turned their heads in the same direction. “Let me alone!” Fredy volunteered, because his position was closer than the door.

“Oke.” Charlotte went back to looking for Mr. Harfin's cell phone around there.

Fredy approached the door, he pressed the door handle and turned it around. Pull that door wide open. Welcoming the guest of the room owner.

DEG!

Fredy's body was frozen. His gaze was fixed directly on the cold dark black eyes. Look back at him with an unreadable expression. Highlight those eyes drew sharp as if they were able to pierce Fredy's head. Xavier was standing right in front of his eyes!

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Othor dag dig dug serrrrrrr... Happy reading ^-^