Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 662

An agonizing nine days had passed.

In the silver box stood the last bottle of antidote. Fortunately, Charlotte did not relapse for the past few days, which was basically the only thing she was glad about.

One more bottle tomorrow, and all the poison in her body would be flushed out.

At dawn, Mrs. Berry collected Charlotte’s custom-made bridal gown after she hung the clothes outside. Thanks to the ceaseless rain, it took them forever to dry, and the layers of fabric sewn to the dress didn’t help either.

The bridal gown had been out on the laundry rack for nine days since Mrs. Berry removed all blood stains on it.

Finally, she could take the gown back in.

looked for the biggest hanger she could find, hung it on the wall, and ironed it

Charlotte took over the

with the limited resources in this town, that was all they could come up with. There were also dry cleaners out

wrinkles after more than an hour. She took a

breeze passed under the tulle, it gently buoyed up and

under the sun. Yet, a bridal gown without a bride was like a

Just like Charlotte’s eyes.

her cheek when she looked at the wedding ring in her palm, and

well. One last bottle tomorrow and you’ll be as fit as a fiddle. This is great

I’ve

that, she was no better than a walking corpse that was robbed of

as long as we’re alive. Mr. Zachary would surely come

on the bridal gown. She would feel hopeful every morning, believing that Zachary would come for her. But at night, before she fell asleep, the fire in her

that moment, she was

know if she

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