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.

if he was over the age of

not seem

the only person able to bring her to her parents' grave. So, how should she refer to

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,

twitched upon hearing

Mister?

Was he that old?

look

for some reason,

old are

him accurately state her age,

stated, "I'm only 34!

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

the girl

military career aged his looks, or did

expect him to

must have achieved a lot. Nevertheless, she knew just how cunning people like that could be.

"Craig, then!"

She hurriedly blurted out.

him feel much better about

go visit

top of her

That pat shocked her.

father loved patting her on the head when he was still alive. As such, the gesture

of the window

she had been crying

had always heard that women were made of tears, but he had never thought how upset he would be when a woman cried next to him. More importantly,

tissue. He wanted to say something but did not know what to say. So, he chose to remain silent lest he put

a terrible time on Hitman Island, but the evidence he had

squeezed with pain

was forced into that life. Perhaps he could try to plead mercy on her behalf, even if it meant losing his military ranking.

just how heartbroken her parents would be if they

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

wish to visit my parents as

been waiting

Interpol would catch up to her? Before that moment, all she wanted

word, he drove her to the florist, where they bought two bouquets before heading to the war

cheeks like strings of pearls that had snapped open. Sadness overwhelmed him. How he wished to shout and scream at

have a moment alone with

her head, he saw her eyes swelling from how hard she had been crying. The pleading look in her eyes made

me if you need

"Okay."

away, far away, so that he could keep an eye on her, but not too close that he would

go of

the

endured had been the complete opposite of the life her parents had

had tried to rebel against her captors. Over and over again, she tried to escape. Regardless,

she could see her parents once more

disappointed with me. Even I look down on myself. I have been so evil. I am a stain on our family's reputation, but I have tried my best. For five whole years, I kept trying. I missed you

as she forced those questions out of her throat, only to receive nothing but a chilly breeze in

on another person—no, another woman's—behalf. All he knew was that his chest hurt

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