Eight: Calix Miguel Charlemagne

Ugh~

"Let's eat something from the street stalls. They were much tastier than the expensive one." I heard Jen suggested when the other girls nodded their heads as if agreeing to her. Their neatly combed hair bundled into different hairstyles, bounced as they moved their head swiftly. The streetlights were jist enough to reflect their beaming smiles in the night that it seems like a warm sunset light, prettily. My lips went into a lopsided smile as I watched the three of them helplessly and was about to agree with them, when somebody speak from our side.

It was Maxwell.

"You like those things? We aren't even sure if it's clean or not, so why not eat in a restaurant or something." He murmured but we still heard him.

It's not surprising to see him react like that especially when he's someone who was born with a silver spoon on his mouth. Even in the original novel, Maxwell never like cheap things. I don't know why but maybe it was influen