Honey, I'll Make You a Star (Margaret and Charleston)

Chapter 95 Well-Acquainted With One Another

Chapter 95 Well-Acquainted With One Another

"To be precise, we are very well-acquainted." Charleston added.

Well-acquainted? How well?

At this moment, Elvis' little soul was a fatigued and confused mess.

"Mom, earth is too complicated. I want to return to Mars." Elvis cried out in his heart.

"Who's well-acquainted with you? How shameless." Margaret glared at Charleston and said.

Charleston said lightly, "You've already seen my nudes, that's how well-acquainted we are."

"Mom, my girlfriend and my uncle had done things together. I want to die." Elvis wailed in his heart.

Elvis really wanted to cry, but there were no tears.

"What the hell is going on between you guys?"

"Well, I'll put it this way." Margaret broke away from Charleston and said, "I was acquainted with your

uncle before, but I didn't expect that he was your uncle."

It really was a coincidence.

"If I had known things would be like this, I wouldn't have come." Margaret said hopelessly

At this moment, she was stuck in a dead end road.

Elvis asked again, "So, what's the relationship between you and my uncle?"

"It's the relationship you see right in front of you." Before Margaret could answer, Charleston had

already opened his mouth and directly declared his sovereignty.

"Charleston, stop talking crap, okay?" Margaret was furious.

"Be good. You actually dared to lie to me. I'll teach you a lesson later." Charleston looked at Margaret

and deliberately stressed 'teach you a lesson' with a suggestive tone.

Margaret wanted to know where Charleston got his hot air balloon-sized ego from.

"So, you cheated on me with my uncle?" Elvis felt that his life had become meaningless.

"Don't be stupid. I'm not really your girlfriend. Watch what you say, okay?" Margaret said angrily.

In an instant, Charleston understood everything.

It was good enough for him to know that she was not his real girlfriend.

"Don't talk to me now. I want to be alone." Elvis said depressingly.

Margaret opened her mouth to say something, but Elvis stood up all of a sudden and walked out.

"Hey." Margaret was about to follow him.

But someone immediately grabbed hold of her wrist .

"Charleston, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Charleston said and pressed her against the wall. His scent enveloped her as he

asked suggestively, "Little liar, didn't you say you came out with a girl?"

"I..." Margaret avoided his gaze.

"Is Elvis a girl?"

Margaret raised the corner of her mouth. "Actually, in my heart, I do regard him as a woman. So, yes!"

"Rascal, I'm sorry for wronging you." Margaret thought to herself.

"But you're the one who started this."

"What about me?" Charleston asked dangerously.

"You... You're so tall and mighty. Of course, you're a man." Margaret flattered him with all her might.

"Are you sure I'm a man?"

"Yes!"

"It's not enough to just say you're sure." Charleston's mouth curled up into a dangerous smile. He took

Margaret's tiny hand and guided it to an unspeakable part of his body. "You have to touch it to be sure!"

Margaret's tiny hand was forcefully pulled onto the man's crotch.

It was burning hot.

"Stop, stop fooling around!" Margaret said as she widened her eyes. It was rare for her to be panicking.

"Fooling around? What do you mean by fooling around? Do you mean like this?" Charleston said as he

curled his lips.

Danger was approaching her inch by inch.

Just then, Charleston's mobile phone suddenly rang.

His body paused for a second.

Margaret took the advantage and quickly avoided him.

Margaret hurriedly pointed to his pocket and said with a flattering smile, "Mr. Limbaugh, you should

answer your phone first, haha."

Charleston took out his mobile phone, looking displeased with this interruption. He looked at the

number and his face suddenly turned even darker than before.

When he answered the phone, his voice was as cold as ice.

"Nerissa, what's the matter?"

"Have you met Elvis' girlfriend?"

When Charleston's sister mentioned that, he got furious.

"He asked someone to pretend to be his girlfriend but I saw through him. Nerissa, you should teach

him a lesson." Charleston said, squinting his eyes.

Margaret, who was eavesdropping on his conversation, swallowed her saliva.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Why did it feel like Elvis, that rascal, was about to be harshly punished?

"That child actually did such a thing? He went too far. I'll teach him a lesson!" As expected, an angry

voice came from the other side.

"Yes." Charleston continued as he squinted his eyes, "Nerissa, if you don't have the time, you can

leave it to me!"

Why did it sound like he was going to take revenge based on personal affairs?

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you." Nerissa obviously trusted Charleston. "By the way, what I wanted to tell

you is that Mom and Dad are returning to Haverland in a few days."

Charleston was speechless for a moment. Then he nodded. "I got it."

After hanging up the phone, Charleston looked at Margaret, who was standing in the corner, looking as

vigilant as ever. He stared at her for a moment and sighed.

"Come here."

"No!"

"Okay, if you don't come here, I'll go there myself." Charleston said and was about to approach her.

"Wait, I, I'll come over!" Margaret gnashed her teeth and walked toward Charleston.

Margaret approached Charleston's side timidly. She gritted her teeth and said, "I really didn't know that Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Elvis is your nephew. If I knew..."

"What would happen if you knew?" Charleston raised his eyebrows and looked at Margaret with a

smile.

Margaret blinked and said, "If I knew, I would certainly teach him a lesson!"

"I'll give you the chance to. Be his aunt!" Charleston said with a smile. His eyes seemed to be beaming

with affection when he looked at Margaret.

Margaret subconsciously wanted to avoid this topic. "Mr. Limbaugh, don't talk nonsense."

"Maggie, you're as proud as a peacock. If you really didn't have feelings for me, why did you have to

explain your relationship with Elvis?" Charleston questioned.

His raspy voice surrounded Margaret's ears. She only felt her ears tingling, as if they were tickled by

feathers.

Her heart was beating faster.

"I just don't want others to misunderstand me. Even if it's someone I'm familiar with, I'll..." Margaret

trailed off.

She did not know whether she was saying this to Charleston or to herself.

"Is that so?" Charleston chuckled and said in a gentle voice, "Are you sure?"

Are you sure?

Margaret felt her scalp tingling. Was she sure?

"You're not sure. In fact, Margaret, Margaret Simons, you do have feelings for me!" Charleston's voice,

which was as pleasant as a siren's voice, turned into a curse as it made its way into Margaret's ears.