156. Gladys's Arrival

"What are you doing here?" Charlos asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Why is it that every time you meet me, you always act cold?" Gladys protested as she crossed her legs, exposing her inner thighs even more.

Charlos sighed. "I'm sorry."

Gladys snorted mockingly. "So, now you're saying sorry. Can you be a little sweet to me?"

"Gladys, I'm so tired. If you don't have anything else to say I'd better go home now."

Charlos was about to leave, but Gladys grabbed his hand. "Wait a minute!" Gladys exclaimed. "Don't leave until I let you."

This woman really sucks. Charlos crossed his arms, leaned his back on the sofa, and his eyes stared straight ahead.

"For the umpteenth time I ask. What do you want from me?" asked Charlos in an icy manner.

Gladys pouted. She straightened her short shirt. "I've been looking for you everywhere. I was going to your office, but I was afraid to disturb your work."

"Then how did you know I was here?"