Chapter 1494
Charlotte's back ached.
She was about to pull away the arm around her waist and get up.
But Charles tightened his embrace, kissing her shoulder. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Bathroom!"
"You promised me last night," Charles said, not letting go. "No running away."
"I promised..." As Charlotte spoke, memories from the night before started to come back to her.
"Charlotte, will you marry me?"
"Yes, of course."
"You took advantage of me!" Charlotte tried to pry his hand off her waist but failed.
In reality, if she wanted to, she could have broken his grip.
"But you agreed. You can't go back on your word."
"Let go, I need to use the bathroom!" Charlotte was getting desperate.
Only then did Charles release her.
Charlotte grabbed the thin blanket that had been covering them and rushed to the bathroom.
After using the toilet, she decided to take a shower.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw the bruises on her body.
"Jerk!" She cursed softly.
Then she couldn't help but laugh.
How did things end up like this?
"You let your desires get the better of you!" Charlotte scolded her reflection.
But soon after, she felt a sense of relief.
A weight that had been on her heart for years suddenly lifted.
She stepped out of the bathroom.
Charles had already dressed and brought her some clothes from downstairs.
In three years, Charles had changed a lot. He had shed all his boyishness, becoming sharper and handsome, but he still kept a stern face. She snatched the clothes from him and went straight to the bedroom.
The broken pieces on the floor had been cleaned up.
The blanket had slipped to the floor. Charlotte slowly got dressed, aware of someone watching her from the doorway.
It was as if he were admiring a masterpiece.
Once she was done, Charles walked in and gently pulled her hair out from under the hoodie.
"I checked the weather. Tomorrow's a good day," he said softly. "Let's do it tomorrow."
Charlotte looked at their reflection in the full-length mirror, seeing Charles' lowered eyes as he fixed her hair.
"Charles, this is a decision we can't undo. If we part now, our memories of each other will be good ones. If..."
"There won't be any 'if'," he said, looking into the mirror, his large hand gently holding her chin. "We'll always love each other."
"But..."
She started to say "but" again.
Whenever Charles heard that "but," he couldn't help but feel scared.
"What about David?" Charlotte turned around, her face scrunched up. "We had plans to get our marriage certificate this week!"
"Are you going to marry this guy?" Charles' expression changed dramatically.
He had never once thought about truly ending things with Charlotte, with each of them moving on separately.
Over the years, he knew exactly where Charlotte was, what she was doing, and who she was with.
Charlotte was so beautiful, kind, strong, and smart. There was no one better than her in the world.
Of course, she attracted admirers wherever she went.
But without exception, she turned them all down.
Since their breakup, Charlotte hadn't dated anyone.
So, Charles always thought that her talk of marriage was just to spite him.
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