His gentle charm has always had a deadly allure; such a temperant truly belongs to the nobility.
His every move and gesture is shrouded in a glow, shining directly into the cold hearts of people.
Belinda Swan just stood at the door, watching Charles Northwood elegantly brew tea over there.
It’s undeniable that the difference in personality between this man and Maxwell Peary is like night and day.
However, compared to Maxwell’s domineering aloofness, his gentle deanor appears more likable.
Charles Northwood sensed a gaze upon him, so he turned to look towards the door.
Belinda Swan?
Charles Northwood’s eyebrows furrowed for a mont; perhaps Belinda Swan didn’t know him, but he certainly knew her.
Soone so high-profile in front of the dia, even claiming to be Mrs. Peary, how could he not recognize her?
"Hello."
Seeing Charles Northwood looking at her, Belinda Swan’s heart instantly began to race. She adjusted her clothes and walked proudly up to him.
"I’m Belinda Swan, hello."
She presented herself with poise, and if one didn’t already know her reputation, they might indeed be deceived by her.
Charles Northwood continued sitting there, brewing tea, seemingly not hearing Belinda Swan’s voice nor seeing her movents.
Ti stood still, and Belinda Swan just stood there, with awkwardness spreading throughout the Living Room.
The butler stood to one side, and upon seeing Belinda Swan like this, he promptly furrowed his brow.
After a while, Charles Northwood finally raised his head.
"Miss Swan, I’ve heard much about you."
He slightly curled his lips. The words he spoke caused Belinda Swan’s face to turn pale instantly.
Heard much?
Her na rarely appeared in public, except in this recent period when she claid to be Mrs. Peary, becoming known.
And another ti, with the scandalous photos.
His words were thick with sarcasm, and Belinda Swan stood there, clenching her fists.
"I trust that Master Northwood will not be misled by so false rumors."
Her face was pale as she bit her lip.
Charles Northwood no longer paid her any mind and continued to brew tea.
Mr. Peary, looking spirited, changed his clothes and imdiately ca downstairs, only to see Charles Northwood sitting there.
Dressed in a white outfit that wasn’t overly formal yet not lacking in dignity either.
His handso appearance naturally attracted attention as he busied himself elegantly in the Tea Room.
Belinda Swan stood aside, her complexion not good, creating a stark contrast with his calm deanor.
Mr. Peary could not help but admit, just one glance and he knew this man was surely extraordinary.
This temperant seed calm, but the aura between the brows was hard to ignore.
The second young master of the Northwood Family indeed was interesting.
Could it be a family secret at play?
"I wonder what brings the second young master of the Northwood Family here."
Mr. Peary walked over and sat directly opposite Charles Northwood.
Sitting as steady as a pine, he sat there without the slightest movent, offering his trademark smile as he looked at Mr. Peary.
He reached out to pour a cup of tea for Mr. Peary, gesturing for him to try it.
Mr. Peary hesitated for a mont, inhaling the rich aroma of the tea.
Being a long-ti tea connoisseur, he could tell from the fragrance that the tea was certainly of high quality.
He reached out, picked up the teacup, and took a small sip.
The taste was richly fragrant, starting bitter but turning sweet.
"Good tea, I didn’t expect you to have such skill at such a young age."
Tea can reflect a person’s character.
Clearly, Mr. Peary had already concluded that the young man before him was quite impressive.
"It is indeed good tea."
Charles Northwood smiled; his praise was directed at the tea leaves.
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