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At the Kelsey Coffee Shop...
It was where Zoey Carter worked. Charlie Kingsley had arrived near the cafe for quite a while but did not come in. He sat in a black car across the road, observing the girl who was as busy as a bee with a critical eye through the large floor-to-ceiling window of the shop.
The girl was beautiful, and the most attractive feature was her smile which dispelled all the darkness around her like a bright sun.
Since crippled, Charlie had felt that the world was dark and cold. But looking at her smile with dimples on the face engendered a bit of warmth in his heart. No wonder his grandmother liked her so much, as she indeed seemed to be a delightful girl.
He thought that if he did not know that the girl married him, who was disabled for some ulterior purpose, he would have liked her as much as his grandmother did.
As Charlie thought of that, a drunken man stumbled into the cafe. Hearing the ringing of the doorbell, Zoey greeted him with a smile. "Welcome."
The man's face was red, and his pace was unsteady. When he saw Zoey, he revealed a lewd smile, mumbling, "Beauty, have fun with me... I have money..."
With her face sagging, Zoey replied curtly, "Sir, this is a cafe, not a special club. It's not the place you look for!"
The effect of alcoholic gave the man the nerves to be reckless and rude. "No, it is right the place I am looking for!" He pounced on Zoey, who dodged quickly.
The man began to chase Zoey. For several times he almost caught Zoey with his fat and greasy hands. Seeing Zoey in danger, Edward Ford, Charlie's assistant, said to Charlie, "Mr. Kingsley, Miss Carter is in trouble. Should we go over and help her?"
"If you are not afraid to be entangled with her, you can do it."
She had saved him once. If he came to her rescue, it would be more difficult for him to keep her away.
All of a sudden, a sound of slap occurred.
Charlie looked over and saw Zoey standing upright with her right hand raised in the air. The man seemed to be so drunk that he was easily knocked over a trash can next to him.
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