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.

was good. At least later, when she went elsewhere for resources, people would give her respect

11:29 Wed, Sep 10

Chapter 6

away.

77

55 vouchers

didn’t really need to; he let go automatically. He wasn’t fond of touching her. The last time they were intimate had been

was rigid. In the industry, there were plenty of women trained

tone was flat as he walked upstairs, pulling out his phone,

chest. She followed him upstairs into the bedroom and saw a smile in his eyes as he spoke gently

the smile in his eyes faded slightly. He hung

“Starlight Entertainment under Sinclair Group–I want to pull

phone, his

made requests. Now, her expression was a little awkward, but

“Alright. Just don’t get

you,” she said, then turned to grab clothes

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

heart skipped a beat at his words, but the next second, she caught

women was as easy for him as playing with a

should have seen

rang again, the

but pretended

“It’s work. I

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

stop. To him, it was all trivial. Sinclair Group was a huge company, and Starlight Entertainment was just a

he said. “Just don’t hook up with young

After all, he himself was exactly that kind of person. He thought women in bed should at least be a little passionate

the younger ones are more energetic- you could

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

knew full well that women from the

and contacted a director at Starlight Entertainment named Sean Anderson. “Mr.

a stage name Yolanda had used before. Because the Grant family had so many rules, she had prepared this name when she decided to