Trapped in Love Miss Arogan
109.

Charlotte stepped straight into the campus parking lot accompanied by the amazed gazes of some of the students she passed.

He had already delivered his college assignments and it was time to go to the shooting studio to work. Some time ago the agency called her and said she had a photo shoot at around two in the afternoon, meaning she had two hours to have lunch before her job.

Charlotte reached into her bag to look for the car keys until a voice called out her name.

"Charlotte…."

Charlotte reflexively turned her gaze to the source of the voice.

"You?"

"Yes, it's me." replied the man.

Charlotte scolds cynically. "What are you doing here, Brandon?"

That young man, Brandon immediately stepped his foot closer to Charlotte.

"To see you." replied Brandon quietly.

"Yes, what a stupid excuse I can hear from you other than that" Charlotte said, stepping her feet about to leave Charlotte.

"Charlotte, I know you hate me. But I just want to talk to you."

Geez, isn't this young man's voice loud enough to be heard by the students there.

"Brandon, this is college."

"I know."

"You don't even go to college here." Charlotte grumbled. "You should know the place. It really violates my privacy, you know?"

Charlotte's really upset right now. Why does this young man always follow him everywhere.

"I just came to talk."

Looks like Charlotte has no choice but to agree to Brandon's request. The annoying young man had given him absolutely no space even bothered to come to his campus just to talk to him. It's not ridiculous.

And why should he speak so loudly. Just embarrass himself.

"Quick talk, not much time!" charlotte said lazily. Sometimes his eyes glanced back and forth, making sure there were other students passing by.

Currently they are in the area behind the campus, to a quieter place and away from the crowd of students.

Charlotte then folded her hands together in front of her chest, looking at Brandon in annoyance. Why is there so much this young man wants to say to her.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm avoiding you?" Charlotte frowning.

"You didn't reply to any of my messages?"

"Ah, did you send me a message?" tease Charlotte. He really wanted to laugh at this moment.

"Hundreds of messages I sent you, Charlotte."

Therehewas. Wouldn't it be terrible for someone to get terror of such a message from someone. Is he a psychopath?

"To be honest I didn't even open a single message from you" Charlotte said honestly. "And also, I'm not avoiding you but I just don't want to be in touch with you about anything!"

"That's the same way you're avoiding me."

"Well if you call it that" replied Charlotte casually.

"Why?"

Charlotte raised her eyebrows. "Why what?"

"Why are you avoiding me."

Geez, didn't Charlotte already explain this to him. He would be tired if he had to explain this again.

"That's jarena we've broken up. Hear you? We're. It's been. Breakup."

"But I don't even accept it! You're the only one who makes the decision."

"Wantas? What else do you expect?"

"You know exactly what I want!"

Charlotte grieves. " Brandon can you stop this nonsense."

"Omong empty? We've even been-"

"I have class soon." Charlotte interrupted. Of course he lied. No more college hours. He was even going home. That's because he can't stand all this shit. Geez, he really couldn't bear to leave immediately from Brandon's presence.

Brandon took a deep breath. "Let's get back together and get married!"

Charlotte almost choked on her own saliva. It seemed like this man before him had truly gone insane. Maybe he bumped somewhere and had a severe concussion.

Look, right? He's a nutcase.

Married said? Mr. Romanov, his great-grandfather never even once asked him to marry someone. Who did this young man dare to ask for it.

Charlotte chuckles amusedly. 'I think his childhood was always suguhi television drama scene by his parents.'

But Charlotte's smile slowly faded as Brandon began to clench Charlotte's cheeks with both hands.

Oh my goodness, especially now.

"Listen to me, okay." Brandon said trying to put on a reassuring expression, making Charlotte immediately roll her eyeballs.

"Why are you doing this silly thing Brandon" Charlotte said trying to keep the young man's hand off his face. "Keep your hands! You're gonna ruin my makeup."

Brandon shakes.

"Charlotte, you should understand why I did this. I love you. Don't you care about my feelings?"

Charlotte laughed mockingly. His expression showed as if he had just heard an old-fashioned, worn-out joke. He pulled Brandon's hand from his face. The scene just now somehow felt disgusting for her.

"Brandon, I don't care why you do this ridiculous thing. I don't care how you feel about me either. But this whole thing's been really bothering me."

"Is there no chance for me?"

Charlotte screeched cynically, she chose not to answer. He turned his body and left that place. But Brandon suddenly grabbed his arm, holding him back.

Charlotte rolled her eyes lazily.

'This scene again?' charlotte's inner moment recalled how many times Brandon had tried to restrain himself from leaving all this time

"Wait a minute!" hold Brandon.

"Moreover now?"

"You haven't answered my request!"

"You even know my answer!" Charlotte's sick of it now.

"But-"

Charlotte brushed Brandon's hand off his arm and moved to immediately leave the place again. Brandon held him back. Geez, is there no water for Charlotte to put on her face again, like that time? This fucking young man.

Charlotte was about to open her mouth to speak, until Brandon suddenly pulled her into his arms.

The young man started hugging forcibly Charlotte's body making the girl feel uneasy instead of playing. What the fuck? They're on campus right now. If anyone sees Charlotte hugging behind the campus the image could be broken.

"What are you doing, let me go brengs*k!" charlotte protest

Charlotte's not a girl who likes to do things like this, in a place like this. Come on, he's not lying If he 'wants', then he'll choose to go to the hotel. It's very low, okay.

"Charlotte, I really want you" said Brandon, tightening his arms.

"And I don't, so let go!" jerk Charlotte.

"No!" brandon said firmly. "Listen, Lottie, I'm seeing you because I really wish we could get back together again."

Charlotte grieves annoyedly. "Back together? You haven't noticed yet, apparently, you've been just my toy!"

"I don't care. You want to play me how cruel. All I want is to come back with you."

"Let's stupid!" scream Charlotte. "Take off or I'll scream."

"Please Charlotte!"

"PLEASE!" charlotte shouted in the end. He chose to do this compared to being in a pergoki by another student hugging someone behind campus with a man.

"We can get married and live together!" Brandon didn't seem to care about Charlotte's scream.

"PLEASE!" chanted Charlotte again.

Why doesn't anyone seem to be listening or helping him. Charlotte knows it's been time to go home from college but shouldn't there be a person or two passing by.

"Charlotte, you and I will-"

"Take him off!" scream someone.

Brandon relaxed his embrace and turned to the source of the voice.

Charlotte smiled when she realized someone was going to help her, she reflexively turned her gaze to the source of the voice. But the smile on his face slowly faded away.

"Justin?"

"Miss?"

How fortuitous.

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