Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 149 Having Fun in the Food Street

Chapter 149 Having Fun in the Food Street

Nelson looked at Charlotte and asked, "Are you bored?"

Charlotte quickly shook her head and replied, "Not at all."

After staring at her for a while, Nelson turned to Michael and asked, "Where are you going?"

"To the amusement park."

"No, you shouldn't go there." Nelson immediately refused.

As someone told him before, amusement parks were ideal dating places for couples.

"...Why?" Michael looked puzzled and asked.

Charlotte was also confused and added, "Yeah, why?"

Nelson casually made up a reason, "It's not safe to go to the amusement park at night."

After thinking for a moment, he told Michael, "Take her out for a walk, but bring her back before nine."

Michael didn't mind changing plans and suggested, "I know a food street nearby. Let me take you there, Charlotte."

Charlotte agreed with a nod but still looked at Nelson, wondering why he suddenly seemed so at ease with her going out.

Nelson patted her head gently and said softly, "Have fun."

"Okay," Charlotte nodded and replied.

Michael hurriedly pulled Charlotte's arm and urged, "Let's go, let's go. We need to be back by nine, and it's already half past six."

Nelson watched as Charlotte was led away by Michael and slowly unbuttoned the obsidian cufflinks on his sleeves. He said in a cold voice, "Waylon, get the car ready. We're going to the President's Mansion."

"Yes, sir."

...

The food street Michael mentioned was quite far from Oswye Community, and it took half an hour to get there by car. Charlotte turned her head to look at Michael and asked, "Why did you take me out?"

Michael replied, "To return your favor. You helped me a lot last time, and I figure you have everything you need when you're with Mr. Clark, so I didn't buy any gifts. Instead, I wanted to take you out to have fun."

Charlotte said, "...It's not necessary. I didn't do much to help you..."

Suddenly, Michael turned to look at her and said, "I'm sixteen years old, and you're the kindest person to me besides my parents."

Charlotte was surprised. What? She didn't treat him that well.

How deprived of love must Michael have been since childhood?

Michael put his hands behind his head, looking at the roof of the car, and said, "Well, my dad is a workaholic and doesn't pay much attention to me. My mom is absorbed in her own world and loves my dad wholeheartedly, so she doesn't care much about me either. I was quite lonely when I was a kid. But I feel like you are kind to me."

Charlotte thought about their interactions and said, "I didn't treat you that well, actually."

Michael smiled brightly and said, "Maybe it's because you're good-looking." He leaned closer to Charlotte and added, "I always thought you must be very good-looking, and now I see that you're even more beautiful than I pictured."

Charlotte fell silent.

Okay, he was definitely a face-judger.

The lanterns and banners of the food street were hung high and could be seen from afar. The food street was crowded and busy. As they reached the entrance, they could smell the delightful aroma of various foods in the air.

Although Michael was not yet seventeen, he already stood at 5.8 feet tall, 0.5 feet taller than Charlotte. Seeing her petite figure among the crowd, he reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder, saying, "Charlotte, what if you get lost in this crowd?"

Charlotte wasn't used to intimate touch, but as she looked into Michael's eyes, she didn't shake his hand off and softly replied, "It's alright. I'm not a child, so I won't get lost."

With his arm around her, Michael walked in with her and asked, "What would you like to eat?"

In fact, Charlotte had never tried any of these foods. When she was younger, Madelyn feared she would have a stomachache, so she didn't allow her to eat these snacks. After moving to the Lopez

family, they couldn't afford such foods. Now, surrounded by so many kinds of sacks, she had no idea what to try.

Michael raised an eyebrow and asked, "You've never had any of these foods?"

Charlotte honestly replied, "...Yes."

Michael was shocked, wondering what kind of affluent background she was from.

He bought her a box of octopus balls and a bottle of freshly squeezed fruit juice with ice, saying, "Let's go have some spicy crayfish. It's something you must have when you eat street food."

It was evident that Michael was a regular here, as he led Charlotte to a bustling food stall. She followed him inside, and they were greeted by a plump middle-aged woman with curly, dyed blonde hair, with about 2 inches of brown roots. Her hair looked messy, indicating she hadn't been tended to it for a long time. Wearing an apron and holding a small notebook, she saw Michael and immediately smiled, asking, "Michael, why do you have time to come over today?"

Her gaze then fell on Charlotte, and she paused for a moment before exclaiming, "Your girlfriend is so pretty!"

Charlotte felt uneasy and pulled the hood of her coat over her head to avoid more curious glances.

The woman laughed and said, "She's such a shy girl."

Michael chuckled, "Dorothy, don't tease her. She's not my girlfriend."

Dorothy asked, "Then who is she?"

"My sister," Michael replied.

Dorothy arranged a table for them in a quieter spot inside. Charlotte looked around and asked, "How do you know her?"

Michael casually opened a can of beer and said, "When I first came to Seyso, some gangsters picked on me. I couldn't handle them, so I hid in Dorothy's shop to avoid getting beaten up. After that, we became friends, and their crayfish is delicious."

Charlotte disapproved, "You're underage, so you shouldn't be drinking, let alone getting into fights."

Michael paused for a moment and put the beer can down. He looked into Charlotte's eyes and asked, "Really? I didn't know that. That's not that My dad taught me." Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"How did your dad teach you then?"

Michael propped his chin with his hand, trying to remember, and replied "When I was a kid, if I lost a fight, he didn't want to see me."

Charlotte sighed at his unconventional upbringing,

Michael added, "To put it this way, my father doesn't really like me, so he doesn't care much about what I become."

Charlotte pursed her lips and softly said, "My father doesn't like me either, so I cut off all ties with him."

Michael exclaimed, "Are you that ruthless?"

Charlotte juts smiled but didn't say anything more.

Michael's father didn't like him, but he still cared enough to discipline him. On the other hand, Jonathan only used her.

Charlotte couldn't comprehend why the man described by Madelyn as charismatic and well- mannered could change so drastically. Was it because his relationship with Madelyn had been exposed, leaving him with a tarnished reputation, so he hid away that once pleasant side of him?

Dorothy brought two large pots of crayfish, one spicy and the other with garlic flavor, along with a plate of stir-fried clams. Smiling warmly, she asked Charlotte, "Little girl, would you like something to drink?"

Charlotte politely declined, "No, thank you. I still have my fruit juice. Thanks for asking."

"Wow, what a polite and well-behaved young girl you are." Dorothy wiped her hands and said, "Enjoy your meal, I'll get back to work."

Michael replied with a simple "Okay."