Trapped in Love Miss Arogan
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After dinner, Mr. Romanov asked Justin to rest first while waiting for him in the living room with Paul. Mr. Romanov himself was going to his study to take care of something important.

"Is there anything you need?" ask Paul.

"No uncle, thank you." replied Justin shaking his head.

"Good." Paul nodded in understanding. "Then I go first. There's something I have to do."

Justin nodded his head, "Yes, uncle."

After Paul's departure, Justin was alone in the room. Justin looked around the family room of Mr. Romanov with a fixed gaze. If he was presented with an extraordinary view of the living room, this time he was enjoying the beauty of the family room.

The room looked very luxurious with six crystal lamps hanging above. Several sets of luxurious and comfortable sofas that were entirely black invaded Justin's vision.

This room is certainly no less magnificent as well as luxurious if juxtaposed with another room. And all that sight made Justin barely blink. In that instant Justin realized something that made his face turn moody. Well, in the depths of his heart Justin felt sad when he realized how high these people were compared to him.

He immediately questioned his own existence. What the hell is he doing here? Wh-wh-what for? Is it to get along? Don't be friends or hang out with them. He was not even worthy of standing near them

Why she likes Charlotte. He should be self-conscious, right? But why did his heart still refuse to forget his feelings for the girl. Justin felt there was nothing wrong with admiring the girl. Yes, although he had clearly known that the girl was the granddaughter of his superior. He will continue to admire Charlotte. Although it must be secretly.

Justin sighed slowly, if only Justin could hope, he would hope that Charlotte was just the same girl as him.

"Are you following me?" someone suddenly called out.

Justin turned his head and found Charlotte standing in front of him. He did not heed Charlotte's question just now, just Justin's eyes are now on the girl, staring at her face fixed and the girl was also the other way around

Charlotte is the kind of girl Justin hasn't seen before. Justin is not a hypocrite who would say that he is not interested in the girl. Even at their first meeting Justin liked her, but because Charlotte was such a stubborn and cold girl, Justin felt tired when dealing with her. But the more they meet, the more Justin falls in love with the girl.

"What do you see?" Charlotte asked as she waved her hand in front of Justin. His gaze was full of wondering.

"Huh?" Justin immediately went from his daydream and shook his head, then replied to Charlotte. "W-what?"

After surprising Justin with her presence at the venue, Charlotte then walked closer to the sofa, standing up to stare at the young man.

"I just asked, are you stalking me?"

"Why do you ask that. Then why do I have to stalk you?"

"Yes, it's because..." Charlotte paused her sentence and immediately sat down to the sofa that was in Justin's hadapab.

Charlotte sat across her legs while leaning her back against the back of the sofa. He looked at Justin with his arms folded in front of his chest.

"Why do we always meet in coincidence, coincidence. Ah, but there are no coincidences in this world. Then you must have followed me, right?" accuse Charlotte of origin.

Justin shook his head awkwardly, then smiled stiffly. "I'm not following you, miss. I was asked to come here, so I came. I didn't even know Mr. Romanov was your grandfather."

"You don't know?"

Justin nodded, "How can I know that?"

"That is also my question." Charlotte then smiled cynically. "You. how can you not know. First you said you didn't know I was a famous person. Now you don't know that I'm my grandfather's granddaughter."

"But I am -"

"Me and my grandfather, we are the ones who appear most often on television, the internet and other media."

"So, for me it's impossible. It's impossible that from the beginning you even said that you didn't know who I was? Then now you don't know that I'm Mr. Romanov's grandson. How can you not know?" Charlotte looked at Justin full of probes.

"But I don't know who you are." Justin was nervous.

"the internet? The television! Social media?" shoot Charlotte sharp. "It's modern times, isn't it nonsense if you don't have those three things in your life."

"I don't have a television. It will be expensive for me to pay for the electricity." Justin explained.

Charlotte grieves, "Internet?"

"I only open the internet when I need to do my job."

"Social media?"

"I only have one chat app. Whatsapp!"

Charlotte rolled her lazy eyeballs, "Product packaging? Billboards on the highway?"

Justin shook his head resignedly, "I really don't know you, miss."

Charlotte looked at Justin intently. He still feels disbelief. Right now Charlotte is so curious to know if this young man really does not know himself or maybe just pretended not to know.

Justin shook his head.

"How do I know who Mr. Romanov's family are. I've only been working for a day in his cafe."

Charlotte raised next to her eyebrows, staring in surprise. "A day?"

"Yes" Justin nodded steadily as if trying to clarify his words. "That's why I couldn't possibly know you."

"Truly just a day?" charlotte asked ascertained and Justin nodded once more.

Charlotte fell silent, seemingly thinking for a moment. He breathed slowly. "Alright." he said.

Charlotte relented after she heard the confession. He could not accuse me of anything anymore. Right after all. Justin said that he had only worked for his grandfather for a day and how the young man could know that Mr. Romanov was his grandfather.

At this time Charlotte does seem a bit forced to let Justin admit that the young man had already known him. In the depths of his heart he hoped Justin was chasing him and was stalking him. Crazy indeed. But that's the hidden hope of Charlotte.

'What exactly was the purpose of asking me all that. He even accused me of all sorts.' Inner Justin.

Justin was seen gnawing a few times, confused by Charlotte's strange demeanor. The girl somehow forced him to admit to something he didn't even do.

The next second Justin reflexes blinked his eyes as if he wanted to throw away anything about it. He glanced at the wall clock in the room and realized it was late. Justin has to go home now otherwise he'll be home by night.

After that Justin immediately got up from his seat while checking his personal belongings in his jacket pocket. Making Charlotte who was in front of him instantly react.

"Are you going home?" charlotte asked curiously as she watched Justin prepare.

Justin complained, "Ah, I.yeah, it's been a little night.." she said awkwardly.

"That's what it looks like." Charlotte nodded slowly at Justin who was stepping up.

"Can the lady tell Mr. Romanov about my return, miss."

"You can tell him yourself."

"I don't want to interfere with her work, miss."

Charlotte rolled her eyes lazily, "Alright."

Justin bowed thank you.

Just as Justin wanted to step towards the main door, one of the mansion's servants appeared before them. He saluted Charlotte and then looked at Justin.

"Do you want to go home?" ask the waiter to Justin.

Justin nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Romanov is waiting for you in his study."

"Wait for me? But for what?" justin asked in wonder.

"I don't know either, sir. Please, I help you to the room of Mr. Romanov." said the servant reached out, giving direction.

Justin nodded, then Justin began to step on his feet, walking to follow the waiter from behind.

Seeing the young man's departure, Charlotte sneered in her heart, but kept a calm expression.

"What's wrong with grandfather, he's like he can't get away from Justin for even a minute." he grumbled.

"For that I feel that grandfather loves him more than you." said someone.

Charlotte turned her head to see who had just spoken to her. It was Xander, who was currently standing nearby, standing leaning against the wall while folding his hands with a mischievous smile on his face.

Screaming, Charlotte then got up from her position and approached Xander.

"Who loves whom?" Charlotte narrowed her eyes, staring intently at Xander.

"Justin! Grandpa loves him more than you. You're right, grandfather can't escape the young man." Xander teased Charlotte's emotions.

"Is that so?" charlotte said, raising her foot and stomping on the young man's foot with her high heels for the second time.

"You talk a lot. Next time I'll use a spear to punch your foot in."

Xander only laughed while complaining of pain as he looked at Charlotte who was stomping her feet towards the mansion's living room.

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