Not One, But Two!

Chapter 223

Chapter 223

Charlotte remembered her father shouting at her the exact same way Craig did.

Unwittingly, her body froze in fear. By the time she realized what was happening, Craig had slammed the door shut with his leg. He thrust her onto the passenger seat and strapped her in.

"I think we need to have a talk about you and Hitman Island."

Her face went stark white upon hearing that. However, she knew there was no point in keeping it a secret since she had never once thought of running away.

"Fine, but can you take me to my parents first?"

She had been kidnapped soon after her parents' death. For years, she was unable to visit their graves.

After all, they were war heroes, so they were buried in a war grave, a place she could never enter.

She was a stain on their glorious achievements and the lives they have led.

Out of the blue, all of her strength broke before the sight of Craig's uniform.

She did not want this to begin with.

With good grades and great stamina, she wanted to join the military, as her parents wanted her to, or the police force. She had never wanted to walk a path that was the complete opposite of her parents' lives.

If her parents were still alive, they would likely have had a heart attack over the life she led.

She hurriedly turned to look away. Still, he was able to spot the tears streaming down her cheeks. His heart throbbed in pain.

"I'll take you to a florist first. Let us get two bouquets."

"Thank you."

She nodded obediently.

Other than meeting up with Abigail, she had planned to visit her parents' grave while she was in Harrion. This might be her last chance to do so, after all.

Even if she was a stain upon their perfect careers, even if she did not deserve to stand before them, she truly missed them. Oh, how she missed them...

All words left Craig's mind when he saw the look on her face.

"Let me clean up my wound first."

His head was still bleeding. While it looked terrifying, as all head wounds tend to be, it was just a minor injury.

He grabbed the first-aid kit from the back.

Before he could do or say anything, she took it from him.

"Let me."

Contrary to the chill in her voice, her hands were warm and gentle. Her unique and womanly scent filled his nose as she had to lean in close.

He nervously shuffled away from her but froze awkwardly when she said, "Don't move."

Charlotte was focusing her full attention on treating the wound.

How long had it been since she had cleaned and dressed someone else's wounds?

It must have been before her parents passed away.

Craig seemed slightly older than her, but he should be pretty old since he was a Lieutenant Colonel.

he was over the

did not seem

he was the only person able to bring her to her parents' grave. So, how

how much she did not like acting like a sycophant, she still had to be

a brief consideration, she decided to say, "I'm done now,

mouth twitched upon

Mister?

Was he that old?

I look that

what other people thought, for some reason, it

are

accurately state

breath and stated, "I'm only 34! How

considered the prime of a man's life? Was he not at the peak of his life

girl call

or did the

expect him to be so

years old, he must have achieved a lot. Nevertheless, she knew just how cunning people

"Craig, then!"

She hurriedly blurted out.

him feel much better about

go visit

patted the top of her head, he focused on

That pat shocked her.

her on the head when he was still alive. As

out of the window

been crying a lot today as

women were made of tears, but he had never thought how upset he would be when

to do was to awkwardly hand her a tissue. He wanted to say something but did not know what to say. So, he chose to remain

Hitman Island,

with

into that life. Perhaps he could try to plead mercy on her behalf,

wondered just how heartbroken her parents would be if they could see her

raced through his mind, he asked, "Have you eaten? Do you want to

fine. I wish to visit my parents as soon

been waiting

her? Before that moment, all she wanted to do was stay by her parents'

saying another word, he drove her to the florist, where they bought two

photos, tears began to roll uncontrollably down her cheeks like strings of pearls that had snapped open. Sadness

have a

how hard she had been crying. The pleading look in her eyes made it hard for him to even think of saying

me if you need

"Okay."

that he could keep an eye on

she let go of

to the ground and began

five years she had endured had been the complete opposite of the

and over again, she tried to escape. Regardless, she always failed, and nearly died from the

see her parents once more was

kept trying. I missed you so very much.

hard as she forced those questions out of her throat, only to receive nothing but

another person—no, another woman's—behalf. All he knew was that his chest hurt a lot, as if someone had just stabbed him with a

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