Chapter 1485
The kiss came out of nowhere, and it was scorching.
Charlotte had become so strong that even Stuart couldn't beat her anymore.
If she made a move, Charles wouldn't stand a chance.
But her hand clenched for a moment, then relaxed.
She let her former lover invade her space.
No resistance, no response.
After a moment, Charles finally pulled back.
His dark eyes locked onto her.
"Marriage?" he asked.
Charlotte stared at him. "Knowing I'm getting married, what do you think you're doing?"
"Charlotte, do you have some misunderstanding about me? These past few years, I gave you freedom to do your research, not to figure out how to marry another man!" He gripped Charlotte's chin, his face pale, anger unmasked. "You belong to me. From the very beginning, you were mine. I won't let anyone else have you!"
"I belong to myself!" Charlotte shot back immediately.
"And to me!" The moment Charles said this, his eyes turned red.
Charlotte couldn't stand this.
That year, when he came to find her alone, he looked at her with the same pitiful expression.
And then she made the most regrettable, yet least regrettable, decision of her life.
"We ended things years ago," Charlotte said, looking away from him. "I'm sorry. I should have kept my promise to stay out of your life. But don't worry, after this trip, I won't come back."
"Charlotte!" Charles called her name.
Charlotte pressed her lips together tightly.
"Why are you here?" Charles asked.
"I told you, I'm selling this house!" she replied, a bit urgently. "Enough! How many times do I have to say we're over? Didn't I make it clear that year? I was just having fun with you. We're from different worlds. I don't want to waste time on something meaningless and without a future!"
"Liar!" he gritted his teeth. "Why are you crying then?"
Charlotte was stunned.
"Just having fun, huh? Then why are you crying?" Charles's eyes grew redder. "You wouldn't cry even if you broke an arm, so why cry over our breakup?"
She looked at him in shock. "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not crying!"
"Chicago saw it," Charles's voice softened. "I know, my great-grandmother saw you."
Charlotte felt like she was struck by lightning.
The embarrassing scene from that year resurfaced in her mind.
It was Janna's birthday, and both she and Charles had returned.
People in love could be brainless sometimes, getting caught up in the moment without thinking.
No, she had been careful.
But fate had other plans.
Janna caught her and Charles kissing.
Every time Charles kissed her, he was fully invested, but from her angle, she saw Janna's grim face.
After the banquet, Janna called her into the study.
"Charlotte, you're a good kid, but you and Charles aren't suitable. From age to family background, you two don't match," Janna paused.
Charlotte could tell Janna was trying to be tactful, not to say anything too harsh.
"He's only 19, and you're already 25. He doesn't know better, but you should. I don't advocate for arranged marriages, but the Solomon Group and the Rhoads Group are both going to be handed over to Charles. He needs someone equally capable by his side. Charlotte, you want to be an entomologist. Your paths are completely different!"
"Break up. You know what to do."
Later, Charlotte thought, it would have been better if Janna had just scolded her or slapped her.
Then she would have had a reason to fight back.
Charlotte was no longer the naive girl she once was.
She knew that without this family, she might have died in her ignorant youth.
Weighing the options...
No, she didn't weigh them.
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