Chapter 915: Chapter 915: It is Impossible Between Us
"If you’re here to say goodbye, I wish you a good life," Charlotte Thompson smiled at Zoe Anne.
"A good life?"
Zoe Anne’s eyes sharpened as she stared hard at Charlotte Thompson, "I used to have a good life, but in the end, you completely ruined it!"
"I dare not take the credit for that accusation."
Charlotte Thompson looked at Zoe Anne before her, suddenly unable to reconcile the image with the radiant, sunny girl she remembered from before the camera.
Charlotte always used to think Zoe Anne’s acting was poor.
She had been careless.
It turns out Zoe Anne could perform a false persona so convincingly,
"Zoe Anne, you ruined your own life, and it has nothing to do with anyone else," Charlotte enunciated each word clearly and seriously.
"Have you ever heard the saying, ’harm set, harm get’?"
"Shut your mouth!"
Zoe Anne hissed, then she picked up the coffee cup in front of her, seemingly intending to throw it at Charlotte.
However, just as she lifted the cup, someone pressed her wrist down.
"What are you doing?"
Adam Ross, straining his eyes to see through the near-armored appearance, finally recognized the person as Zoe Anne.
At the sight of Adam Ross, Zoe Anne’s body trembled slightly, then she lifted the corners of her lips, "See, still think you have no connection? Adam Ross, it turns out you do protect someone."
Adam Ross straightened up and tapped Charlotte’s arm with his finger, "Let’s talk."
Charlotte couldn’t care less why Adam Ross happened to be here, but she really didn’t feel like talking to Zoe Anne anymore.
She nodded, rose to her feet, and walked towards the counter, her eye on a small cake she’d been wanting for a long time.
Adam Ross propped his hand on the table, watching Charlotte’s retreating figure.
"Do you like her that much, Adam Ross?"
Zoe Anne’s words brought Adam Ross back to the present, he crossed his legs and leaned against the table, then spoke, "Is that so? I didn’t know."
Zoe Anne said nothing, but the knuckles pressed against the table were already turning white.
Adam Ross glanced at her and, taking advantage of his height and long legs, leaned a few inches closer to Zoe Anne.
"Covered up like this during broad daylight, are you not wearing makeup?"
Adam Ross said, reaching out to hook off the sunglasses from Zoe Anne’s face.
Adam Ross paused, he’d expected Zoe Anne to dodge.
After removing the sunglasses, Adam Ross saw a pair of slightly swollen eyes, which made his brows furrow.
Seeing Adam Ross’s reaction, Zoe Anne snatched the sunglasses back and put them on again.
"Zoe Anne, I remember telling you long ago that there was no chance between us."
Adam Ross sighed lightly, then turned to sit on the sofa.
"Why?"
Zoe Anne bit her lower lip; she didn’t know how many times she had asked this question, nor how many times she had received the same answer.
"We are not alike, Zoe Anne," Adam Ross said softly, "If it were possible, I would have married you a long time ago, wouldn’t I?"
Zoe Anne opened her mouth to say something, but Adam Ross already interrupted her.
"It’s unrelated to others because it’s my own choice. But Zoe Anne, why then did you end up making such a choice?"
"I..."
Charlotte Thompson lowered her head slightly, placing her hands on her thighs, then spoke in a muffled voice.
"I don’t know, Adam Ross, I didn’t want this either, but... I really like you a lot..."
"I’m not worth it." Without any hesitation, Adam Ross flatly rejected Zoe Anne.
Zoe Anne looked up, her face hidden from view.