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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yet Charles was still treating her like she was nothing. ‘Why is he

come in and thrown a

was shaking all over from anger, but all she could do was stare helplessly

her chest trembling with rage and frustration. She couldn’t wait a second longer–right now, she just wanted to end Yolanda for good.

Charles got back to the room, he saw Yolanda already fast asleep, and

yanked the blanket off her and nudged

as she looked up at him. “What’s

lips with his thumb, rough enough that she almost

been sound asleep, now she was wide

with her, his gaze blazing. “Do you even

got what he meant and lay back down, clutching the blanket protectively around

tried anything like that

always blunt about what he wanted–no beating

for a moment, watching as she turned away–then all that pent–up frustration inside him just

take a few pointers from other women,” he said with a teasing edge

all flustered just from a kiss,‘ Charles

shut, wondering if he was actually

a couple of half–hearted replies, then heard him add, “Let me know when you figure

indifferent “mmhmm,”

into his arms. A sigh

affection.

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woke up to find Charles

checked in with Blake about the latest updates. When she heard that Renee and her

Renee through. As far as she was

her alone in the hotel. With nothing better to do,

set, she always

station, she caught Raelyn’s voice cutting through the air. “You sure you won’t regret this? Do you even know what getting mixed

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

out–bright red hair and three ruby earrings made his whole look bold and

people would absolutely stop and stare if he walked down the street

his hand, set to

his attention. At first, Ian was nice about it, but

already turned you down more