Chapter 415: Chapter 415

Ronan Rhodes listened, then quickly glanced at Charlotte Sheffield, and hurriedly said, "Master Nate, don’t embarrass me like that. Look, it’s such a coincidence we’ve all met here, and you rarely bring your wife out, why not buy a bouquet of flowers?"

Shannon Quinn bent over to select a bouquet and jokingly said to Ronan Rhodes, "Your new girlfriend?"

Charlotte Sheffield looked up but didn’t have time to explain, while Ronan Rhodes laughed and said, "You really know how to talk, sis."

Charlotte Sheffield raised her head, and only then did Shannon Quinn get a good look at her.

With slightly furrowed brows, Shannon Quinn asked Charlotte Sheffield, "Are you Jasper Sutton’s sister?"

Something about that question was off, and Charlotte Sheffield’s expression changed, her smile stiffly lingering, then gradually disappearing.

Shannon Quinn said, "I think I saw you at the company entrance that day. They were joking that you were his girlfriend, and Mr. Sutton explained you were his sister."

Charlotte Sheffield dryly laughed and nodded, "Yes."

Shannon Quinn marveled, "It really is fate."

Seeing the moment, Ronan Rhodes got even more enthusiastic about convincing the two to buy flowers.

Shannon Quinn glanced at the bouquets, finding them all pretty, and in her dilemma, she turned to Landon Sutton and said, "You pick."

Landon Sutton seriously examined them for a moment, then picked up a pale pink rose bouquet and handed it to Shannon Quinn, pulling out his phone to pay afterward.

Shannon Quinn said, "You didn’t even ask if I liked it."

Landon Sutton, handling his phone and paying, said, "What I pick, you can’t possibly dislike it."

Shannon Quinn held the bouquet and smiled with pursed lips, "That’s true."

Ronan Rhodes said, "Alright, you bought it, now hurry up and leave, stop showing off."

Landon Sutton glared at him, "Seems like you haven’t worked overtime in a while."

Ronan Rhodes immediately changed his attitude, laughing merrily and said, "Farewell, Master Nate, Master Nate, take your time, you’re welcome to come again."

After Landon Sutton left arm-in-arm with Shannon Quinn, Ronan Rhodes finally asked Charlotte Sheffield, "You have a brother? I thought you were alone."

Charlotte Sheffield just replied, "Hmm," and then said, "Could you help me trim this?"

She seemed unwilling to talk more about her brother.

Ronan Rhodes didn’t think much of it; after all, it’s just a brother, not a boyfriend, so it doesn’t affect him.

In the evening, while packing up, Ronan Rhodes seemed diligent, doing most of the heavy work.

Charlotte Sheffield felt grateful but didn’t rely on him.

Because she knew it wouldn’t last.

Once his novelty wore off and boredom set in, all of this was just a short-lived, unresolved drama.

"Helped you all day, haven’t had dinner, and didn’t hear you offer to treat me," Ronan Rhodes said.

Charlotte Sheffield replaced the flowers in the home vase while saying, "There’s nothing much at home."

Ronan Rhodes said, "Let’s eat out then."

Charlotte Sheffield said, "You saw how hard it is for me to make money all day. I can’t afford your hundreds-of-dollars dinners."

Ronan Rhodes said, "Just eat noodles downstairs is fine."

Charlotte Sheffield didn’t expect him to be so adaptable.

The conversation reached this point, so she couldn’t refuse further, plus she was hungry too.

Changed clothes inside and came out, "Let’s go."

Ronan Rhodes smiled as he got up from the sofa, following her out.

The sound of the door opening lit the voice-activated lights outside.

Charlotte Sheffield didn’t seem to notice this change, or she did but didn’t associate it with Ronan Rhodes’ doing.

Ronan Rhodes slowed his pace to walk alongside her, and in the dimly lit alley, having company made it seem less daunting.

"Why do you never ask about me?" Ronan Rhodes questioned curiously.

Charlotte Sheffield glanced sideways at him, smiled, and said, "I’ve guessed most of it."

"Oh? Let’s hear it," Ronan Rhodes challenged.

Charlotte Sheffield didn’t hold back as she casually listed her perceptions of him, "First, your family must be wealthy, either a rich heir or a nouveau riche, but I lean toward the rich heir, because the nouveau riche still need to earn a living, and you seem more like a carefree young master; second, you’re a typical playboy, flirtatious and promiscuous; third..."

"Hold on!" Ronan Rhodes interrupted her, frowning, "You’re really not afraid of offending people. Can’t you be a little more polite, especially in my presence?"

Charlotte Sheffield said, "You asked me to speak."

Ronan Rhodes said, "You misunderstand me greatly."

Charlotte Sheffield questioned, "Really?"

Ronan Rhodes said, "First, I’m neither a nouveau riche nor a rich heir. You saw tonight, the person who bought flowers is my boss, I’m just working for him, a poor laborer; secondly, I’m not promiscuous..."

Charlotte Sheffield interrupted his explanation, "Then taking different girls to the hotel every night must be business dealings?"

Ronan Rhodes chuckled, "I just haven’t met the right one, when dating for a few days it turns out incompatible, so we part ways and try another, true love needs time, and without meeting people, how can you find true love, right?"

Charlotte Sheffield said, "That doesn’t justify changing women every day."

Ronan Rhodes said, "Then I’ll change. I won’t switch anymore in the future."

Charlotte Sheffield paused, noticing the ambiguity in his eyes, but she pretended not to understand his words.

No matter how reliable he appeared, she wasn’t considering romance now.

Ronan Rhodes asked again, "What was the third thing? You didn’t finish earlier."

Charlotte Sheffield lowered her gaze, paused for a few seconds, and as they approached the destination, she turned to him and said, "The third is, you don’t seem particularly reliable, but you’re not a bad person."

Ronan Rhodes raised an eyebrow, "Is that supposed to be praise or criticism?"

Charlotte Sheffield smiled and didn’t finish, lifting her foot to walk into the shop.

Ordered two bowls of noodles, eight bucks each.

Considered relatively expensive in the shop, cheaper options were five bucks.

Charlotte Sheffield seemed familiar with this place, having good rapport with the shop owner’s wife.

Ronan Rhodes initially didn’t expect much from the eight-buck noodle bowls, but after eating, he found them quite tasty, almost finishing the soup.

As they left the shop, it was already nearly eleven o’clock.

After escorting Charlotte Sheffield home, Ronan Rhodes returned to the noodle shop.

The owner was cleaning up, preparing to close, "We’re about to shut down, nothing left to eat."

Ronan Rhodes laughed and said, "I just ate here, do you remember me, ma’am?"

The shop owner’s wife, mopping, looked up at him and immediately smiled, "You’re Charlotte’s friend? Did you leave anything in the shop?"

Ronan Rhodes shook his head, "No, I just noticed you’re pretty familiar with Charlotte. Does she often come here to eat?"

The shop owner’s wife said, "Yeah, she comes almost every day, but it’s the first time I’ve seen you, is Charlotte your girlfriend?"

Seeing the shop owner’s wife’s gossiping smile, Ronan Rhodes smiled and said, "Not quite there yet, I just wanted to ask if she’s lived here a long time?"

The shop owner’s wife thought for a moment, "Seems like it’s been two or three years."

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The shop owner’s wife said, "I don’t know about that, just that she seems to have few friends or relatives, always alone. Such a sensible girl, the owner of the shop opposite even asked about her, wanting to introduce her to his son."