“Alright, Lottie, please don’t be angry,” cajoled Anne coyly as she tugged at Charlotte’s arm.
Still, Charlotte remained livid. She glared at Braden, who was sitting opposite her, and completely ignored poor Anne.
At this moment, however, Braden was acting much more gentlemanly than his usual self. He sat rigidly with a straight back and allowed Charlotte’s gaze to sweep over him.
A good while later, Braden sprung up abruptly.
His sudden actions greatly startled Charlotte and she backed up instinctively.
“Charlotte Emerson! Here, I, Braden Collins, cordially apologize to you for my past actions. I should not have made assumptions about you and looked down on you.” 6-foot tall Braden resembled a sturdy wall as he stood in front of Charlotte unwaveringly. “I swear that I will definitely treat Anne well. I will devote myself and be a loyal man for her.”