Chapter 1486
Charlotte made up her mind almost instantly.
Janna had nailed it; Charles didn't need a wife who spent all her time with bugs.
And she wasn't about to give up her childhood dream for love.
They hadn't been together long.
Their feelings were still pretty shallow.
Breaking up was the best move.
Charles had known for a while that Janna had talked to Charlotte.
Their passionate relationship had ended abruptly, and after crawling out of the heartbreak, he sensed something was off.
A few questions to Lydia revealed that Janna had met with Charlotte after the dinner party.
He didn't know the details of their conversation.
But he could guess.
He was pissed that Charlotte had decided to leave him so easily after just one chat.
"Why'd you give up on me so easily?" Charles asked.
Charlotte was already flustered. "Charles, it's not about who gave up on who. Don't you see we're just not right for each other?"
"If we're not right, does that mean we have to break up? Then why did we get together in the first place?"
"You cried…" Charlotte blurted out.
Then her gaze met Charles's eyes, filled with tears.
This was maddening.
"Does my crying make you hesitate?" he asked, his tone now completely softened, devoid of any anger.
"Charles." Charlotte suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness.
She could be ruthless with anyone.
Even when Chicago was being unreasonable, she could firmly refuse.
But with Charles, it was different.
It had always been different.
"Let's try again." Charles lowered his head, gently kissing Charlotte's brow and eyes. "Charlotte, let's try again."
"No, I need to get married—"
She couldn't finish her sentence.
His warm lips silenced her.
Having been abstinent for so long, Charlotte quickly began to crumble.
Her mind seemed to stop working.
All she could feel were his searing kisses and the way he whispered her name, "Charlotte."
Charles was like a spell.
Charlotte thought.
After that, she simply gave in to her instincts.
When the morning light fully broke through, Charlotte finally fell into an exhausted sleep.
Charles, satisfied, held her close, his tall frame enveloping her. Before closing his eyes, he grabbed his phone, fiddled with it for a moment, and then restored two messages before finally falling asleep with her in his arms.
...
Chicago hadn't slept well that night.
She kept having nightmares.
One moment, she dreamt of Ethan, standing on the North Alabama bridge, surrounded by a dark mist, glaring at her with a blood-stained knife in his hand.
The next moment, she dreamt of Charles and Charlotte.
Charlotte was wearing a pure white wedding dress, looking incredibly holy.
Charles was on his knees, sobbing uncontrollably, begging her to come back.
When she woke up, it was still dark.
Chicago, with her hair in disarray, sat up, her eyes a bit glazed.
She glanced at her phone.
After a moment's thought, she sent Charles a message: [Did you find her? How did it go? Let me know if it worked out or not, okay?]
Then she sent another one.
[Charles, life doesn't always go as planned. If Charlotte doesn't agree, don't force it. Just don't end up like Dad. It's embarrassing.]
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