After She She Stopped Loving Him

hapter 6

At ten o’clock that night, Charles arrived home. He had expected Yolanda to be waiting for him in the living room. That was how it had been for the past two years.

But tonight, she wasn’t there. He tossed his coat to a nearby maid.

The maid’s sharp eyes caught the lipstick marks on the coat. Hastily, they covered it up, pretending not to notice.

Everyone in the mansion knew Charles had a mistress, but no one dared to mention it aloud.

“Where’s Yolanda?” Charles asked.

“Mrs. Sinclair hasn’t returned since she went out this afternoon,” the maid replied.

Charles nodded. Just as he was about to go upstairs, the living room door opened. Yolanda had come back.

Her hair was a little messy. She bent down to change her shoes, showing off her long legs.

Charles noticed the faint flush on her cheeks from drinking and frowned. “You drank?”

This had never happened before. The Grant family didn’t teach women to drink outside; if they drank, it was always in front of their husbands.

Yolanda was sober by now. When she saw the time, she felt a little panicked.

Her ingrained schedule made her drive back quickly, but at the doorstep, she found it funny. Whether she came home early or late, no one really cared.

She passed by Charles, and he caught the faint scent of alcohol on her. He reached out and pulled her close.

“Drinking your troubles away?” he joked. “Is there anything bothering you that you can’t tell

me?”

Charles always spoke so casually. He wasn’t heartless toward Yolanda, but he never took initiative either. Even with his affairs, he made sure she retained her dignity.

Both of them had been raised in prominent families and knew some things shouldn’t be exposed.

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pushed Charles away. “It’s about

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automatically. He wasn’t fond of touching her. The

was rigid. In the industry, there were plenty of women trained by their families to follow the rules,

as he walked upstairs, pulling out his phone, seemingly replying

upstairs into the bedroom and saw a

he noticed her, the smile in his eyes faded slightly. He hung up and asked,

“Starlight Entertainment under Sinclair Group–I want to pull some

phone,

made requests. Now, her expression was a

some reason, he smiled. “Alright.

she said, then turned to grab clothes from the closet

from behind, kissing her neck. “Being so polite tonight? Shouldn’t asking for this

beat at his words, but the next second, she caught the scent

had never been stingy with sweet talk; charming women was as easy

seen

phone rang again, the screen

but pretended not

on the cheek. “It’s work. I

toward the bathroom. Probably fearing he might change his mind, she repeated, “Tomorrow I want to meet a few

all trivial. Sinclair Group was

problem,” he said. “Just don’t hook up

kind of person.

younger

were always like this–half–smiling, half–derisive, completely humiliating Yolanda’s

that women from the Grant

Yolanda grabbed her phone and contacted a director at Starlight Entertainment named Sean Anderson.

name Yolanda had used before. Because the Grant family had so many rules, she