"Of course it matters, I like you."
Lucas Carter yelled loudly, looking at her retreating figure.
Despite the deafening music in the hall, Lucas raised his voice, but it did not alarm more than a few people.
Charlotte Cooper's face turned cold, she swung around, walked toward him and gave him a rather gloomy look, "How many times do I have to say it before you can hear it clearly, I don't like you, and I don't need your affection, Lucas Carter. If you don't want to annoy me, never show up in my sight again."
"But I so want to appear in front of you, you'll never know how much I like you."
Lucas looked at her, seemingly talking to her, as if muttering to himself.
"I'm not interested in your affections."
"So you prefer the affection of Henry Russell? Watching yourself sink step by step for him, letting him push away everyone who cares and loves you?"
"What do you mean?" Charlotte frowned.