Chapter 95 I Don't Know If He's Stupid Or He's Just Faking It

"I'm not gay, thank you." Charles pushed Zachary out of his face. Rendered speechless, Zachary simply took off his gold wire-rimmed glasses, which was pushed sideways, and curiously asked, "First Madam Jones, the Jones siblings, then Mr. Jones. All four Jones came to urge you to marry Leah?" Charles frowned and did little to hide his dislike of the Jones in front of him. "Duh!" "I thought they might say more than that." Zachary then said, "Like about keep your distance from Sophia and about you and your mom's attitude toward Sophia... That sort of thing." Charles had lived for 24 years, and although Master Harris was not fond of him, he had never felt so wronged before. Being plotted against and being unable to punish them was tormenting for him. He also had to be coerced into doing things against his will. He picked up the glass of red wine. The cold liquid ran down his throat, subduing the heat in his heart. "They've said what you've guessed." "Forcing you into marriage and bei