Chapter 13 Exposed

I looked at him bewilderedly, and he sneered, "So, it was all an act."

"What?" I didn't understand.

"You don't love me anymore, do you?" Charlie reached out and rubbed the corner of my lip with his fingertip, his eyebrows raised in a mocking manner.

"It seems like you were just putting on a show for our friends, Rosalie. Are you now using the strategy of feigning weakness to lure the enemy?"

He was testing me, using this shameful method. My rationality quickly returned, and I immediately put on the clothes that I had already taken off, striving to maintain composure.

"Is it necessary for you to do this?" I looked up at him, feeling a mixture of sadness and irony.

"Charlie, I won't play any games of feigning weakness to lure you in. You're just not used to my indifference. You're upset because your loyal dog is suddenly not wagging its tail behind you anymore. Naturally, you would be somewhat unhappy, but with time, you will get used to it."

"And who is the loyal dog here?" Charlie asked teasingly, seemingly unaffected by my sadness.

"Don't you already know?" I grabbed my disheveled collar and lowered my head, giving a faint response.

Charlie was not an innocent young boy. How could he not know about my feelings for him? Besides, I had even confessed to him many times in the past, but he never took it seriously.

There were so many women who liked him, and the only difference between me and those women was that I happened to have the opportunity to marry him.

Charlie sneered as if he had achieved a satisfactory result. He was suddenly in a good mood. "Go take a shower."

After speaking, he left the bathroom.

I quickly closed the bathroom door and then rushed to the mirror. When I saw my face flushed with embarrassment, I wished I could slap myself.

Why was I so incapable? Charlie was just teasing me, yet I almost fell into his trap.

It took me three minutes to recall the past and calm down completely. Then I quickly took a shower and went back to my room to sleep.

Charlie had already left, and I heard the sound of an engine coming from downstairs.

I stood at the window, watching his car disappear into the night, feeling somewhat agitated.

Charlie probably wouldn't be coming back for some time now. Tonight's events cemented his belief that he still had control over my emotions, allowing him to continue to recklessly squander them.

To quickly regain my emotional balance, I woke up and had Tim take me to the hospital.

I deliberately changed into a mature champagne-colored one-piece dress that accentuated my elegance and sensuality.

I couldn't imitate the innocent and lovely style of Lauren, and besides, I'm sure Jason had seen enough of that. There was no need for me to compare myself to her.

Once at the hospital, I placed a bouquet of flowers by Jason's bedside and spoke in a gentle and captivating voice, "Jason, is your leg feeling better?"

Jason was playing a game and quickly put down his phone when he saw me. "Mrs. Harrison, it's much better. The doctor said I can be discharged tomorrow, and it will just be about a week before I have the stitches removed."

"That's good." I sat by the bed and lightly brushed my fingers through my hair near my ear. "Your girlfriend didn't come to see you today?"

"She's still at work. We both work part-time to lighten the burden on our families," Jason smiled, looking quite handsome with his sunny and cheerful demeanor.

I nodded and casually chatted with Jason.

After chatting for a while, I took out my phone and checked it, exclaiming, "Why is my phone running out of battery so quickly?"

"Mrs. Harrison, I have a charger here." Jason pointed to the bedside cabinet.

I opened the drawer and took out the charger. The power socket was located just above the bed, opposite to where Jason was. I deliberately bent down and reached out to plug in the charger, my whole body almost hanging in the air above Jason.

This posture would appear very ambiguous to others.

By the time I sat back up, Jason's face was flushed, and he dared not look me in the eyes.

"He really is so innocent," I thought.

At that moment, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure at the entrance of the ward. I turned my head and saw Dylan standing there, his gaze deep as he looked at me.

When did he come? Did he see the charging motion just now? Such deliberate closeness, blatant seduction.

This could be awkward. I put on a forced smile. "Dylan, what are you doing here?"

"Taking over." Dylan walked in, answering calmly. He checked Jason's injury and gave some brief instructions.

I stood by, feeling a bit guilty.

Dylan was still somewhat special to me. In the previous life, our only interaction was teaming up against Charlie at the end.

Before that, we were complete strangers, but he hadn't done anything to harm me. He even helped me find medical advice.

"Step outside for a moment." He glanced at me.

"Okay." I reluctantly stood up.

Dylan led me to his office. The other doctors were not around. It was only him sitting at his desk, flipping through patient files without even looking up.

He asked me, "How have things been between you and Charlie recently?"

With his glossy black hair and a perfect hairline, I noticed his strong nose.

I replied with a single sentence, "It's been like this."

"Marriages are always like this, which is why people seek excitement, but often at a great cost." Dylan's voice was as calm and detached as he was as a person.

I frowned, "Why don't you try to persuade Charlie?"

"I have tried, but he doesn't listen." Dylan closed the patient file and finally looked up at me.

"In that case, I won't listen either." I didn't even realize the tone I used in that moment, sounding a bit petulant.

A hint of surprise flashed in Dylan's eyes, seemingly taken aback by my sudden change in tone.

I quickly resumed a normal tone. "You're good friends with him. You know better than I do what he has done over the years. I haven't quarreled or made any inappropriate moves. I've already done everything I can, and that boy just now, I accidentally bumped into him. I came to visit him with no other intentions."

I acted completely different in front of Charlie because I want a divorce, but I don't want to lose control in front of others. After all, even after divorcing, I still need to live a normal life.

Dylan looked deep into my eyes, seemingly not believing my words.

At that moment, the other doctors returned to the office. Dylan retracted his gaze and waved his hand. "Well, he'll be discharged tomorrow. There's nothing else to worry about."

Why is conversing with this person more stifling than with Charlie?

Facing Charlie, I can let go, and at the worst, get a divorce. I'll wait.

Leaving Dylan's office, I originally planned to visit Jason's ward and inquire about his well-being, solidifying the mature and enticing image I had just portrayed. But I stopped in my tracks and quickly returned to Dylan's office.

"Dylan!" I sat down in front of Dylan and lowered my voice. "Shall we grab a meal together? I do have some concerns about Charlie and me recently. I would like to talk to you about it."

I thought to myself, "I'll let Dylan see Lauren sooner, and let him take the first step before Charlie."