After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 112

The balcony wasn’t really secluded–sure, there was a door, but it was just closed at the moment.

Hardly anyone ever came out here.

Charles was the kind of man who kept his distance, proud and untouchable. Taking the initiative in bed just wasn’t his style–sharing a kiss was about as much as he’d ever offer a woman. Anything beyond that? Forget it.

He flicked the ash from his cigarette, not even a hint of interest in his eyes tonight.

Vivian looked embarrassed, slowly rising to her feet. “Is it about work? Or is it those uncles of yours…?”

Charles‘ brow furrowed a little, his patience clearly running thin. “Don’t you realize how annoying you are?”

Vivian’s face went pale as a ghost, so humiliated she couldn’t even lift her head. She was older than Charles, and she’d been crushing on him for ages.

But Charles was way too proud; trying to get him to bow his head was harder than climbing Everest.

She’d confessed once before, but he’d shot her down–not because of her, but because her uncle played dirty. Being with her would’ve just stained his reputation.

She bit her lip, her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“Charles, you’re scared I’ll ruin your place in the Sinclair family, aren’t you? I’ve been acting like we don’t even know each other for years, just to keep your reputation safe. But now we’ve slept together, and this is how you treat me? I always thought you’d dump Yolanda and get a divorce–she’s not worthy of you.”

Charles hardly ever lost his cool, but now he let out a mocking laugh and crushed his cigarette. “It’s nothing but a fling, Ms. Andrade. I told you already–I’m not getting a divorce. Yolanda is far more suitable to be my wife than you–at least she doesn’t go around trying to stake her claim or start pointless drama.”

Vivian felt as if her whole world was tilting. ‘So he’s blaming me for making it so obvious at the mahjong table tonight, she thought, biting back the humiliation.

He lit up another cigarette, his gaze still gentle on the surface, but his words were ice–cold. “If Yolanda wasn’t so naive, do you really think she wouldn’t have caught on by now?”

Vivian forced a bitter smile and tried to move in for a hug. “It’s on me. I promise I won’t mess up like this next

time.”

Charles could be gentle and charming when he wanted, but when he shut down, it was like dealing with a total stranger.

He took a long drag of his cigarette, blowing out a perfect smoke ring. “From now on, let’s keep it strictly

business.”

It’s not like he was running short on lovers anyway.

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humbled herself this much already, and yet Charles was still treating her like she was nothing. ‘Why is he always this

of knowing each other, if Yolanda hadn’t come in and thrown

all she could

balcony door with all her might, her chest trembling with rage and frustration. She couldn’t wait a second longer–right now, she just wanted to end Yolanda for good. ‘If I could get

back to the room, he saw Yolanda already

the blanket off her and nudged

her eyes as she

scrubbing at her lips with his

sound asleep, now she was wide awake with her lips smarting from his rough

gaze blazing. “Do you even

back down, clutching the blanket protectively around herself. “I

never tried anything like

Charles, he was always blunt about what he wanted–no

for a moment, watching as she turned away–then all that pent–up

you ought to take a few pointers from other women,” he said with a

just from a kiss,‘ Charles

shut, wondering if

replies, then heard him add, “Let

out another indifferent “mmhmm,” not taking it seriously

into his arms.

affection.

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next morning, Yolanda woke up to find

with Blake about the latest updates. When she heard that Renee and her companion had already checked into the hotel,

zero guilt about what she was putting Renee through. As far as she

shooting his scenes, leaving her alone in the hotel. With nothing

by the set, she always disguised

Raelyn’s voice cutting through the air. “You sure you won’t regret this? Do you even know

tall, his long legs lean and powerful, his silhouette clean and sharp–so well–defined it was almost like

out–bright red hair and three ruby earrings

and stare if

a can of Coke in his hand, set to be his prop for

lately, always trying to get his attention. At first, Ian was nice about

I’ve already turned you down more than