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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flashed in Vivian’s eyes. She’d humbled herself this much already, and yet Charles was still treating her like she was nothing. ‘Why is he always this way?‘ Vivian

thrown a wrench into everything, she’d have had

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

couldn’t wait a second longer–right now, she just wanted to

room, he saw Yolanda already fast

blanket off her and nudged

rubbing her eyes as she looked

toward him, scrubbing at her lips with his thumb, rough enough that she almost started

been sound asleep, now she was

gaze blazing. “Do you even

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

never tried anything like

been intimate with Charles, he was always blunt about what he wanted–no beating around

that pent–up

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

like you–back then, you’d get all flustered just from a kiss,‘

her eyes shut, wondering if

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

threw out another indifferent “mmhmm,” not taking it seriously at

to himself, pulling her into his arms. A sigh escaped

affection.

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Yolanda woke up to find Charles

she heard that Renee and her companion had already checked

Renee through. As far as she was

the hotel. With nothing better to do, she just headed downstairs, planning to swing

the set, she always disguised herself–hat, sunglasses, you

makeup station, she caught Raelyn’s voice cutting through the air. “You sure

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

all out–bright red hair and three

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

of Coke in his hand, set to be his prop

first, Ian was

I’ve already turned you down more than ten times,” Ian said