A shrewd look flashed in Chester's narrow eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses. Giselle awkwardly took the handkerchief from him. She then went back to the restroom to clean herself up. When she came out next, the man was surprisingly still waiting for her there.He had taken off his dirty jacket, revealing the shirt he was wearing inside. All the buttons were done up, making him exude a restrained, distant air. When he heard her footsteps, he looked up impassively. She could not read the expression in his dark, intense gaze. Giselle walked up to him. It might have been the guilt she felt after throwing up all over him, but she felt strangely nervous. "Mister, I'll wash the handkerchief and return it to you. As for your clothes—""You don't have to," Chester said, interrupting Giselle abruptly.She looked nonplussed, and he slowly said, "Just treat me to a meal."Would a meal be enough? Giselle thought that she had heard him wrongly.The man standing in front of her did not look
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