Fiona Sutton shouted loudly, standing up abruptly. The entire restaurant fell quiet once more.
"Fiona Sutton."
Charles Northwood was very displeased with her rudeness that day. He stood up and smiled apologetically at the other customers in the restaurant.
"She's drunk."
"Fiona, sit down."
Charles Northwood left his seat and sat beside her.
"Can we still be friends? If not, you should leave while Nia Mitchell hasn't come back."
Charles Northwood had never spoken with such a serious tone before, leaving Fiona Sutton in a daze for quite some time.
By the time she snapped back to reality, Charles Northwood had already returned to his seat.
"Fine, bodyguard, if you want me to leave, I'll leave."
Fiona's temper flared. She grabbed her bag and left the restaurant.
He had been like this in the USA, and to her surprise, even after returning to Capital Town, he was still the same.
"Fiona?"
