Chapter 950

Richard was about to speak, but Thalassa beat him to it. “Richard, you guys go on ahead. I can catch a cab back home,” she said. She could tell that Charlotte meant the world to Richard. Whenever he looked at Charlotte, his eyes would soften with affection.

When you like someone, it’s impossible to hide the fondness in your gaze.

Thalassa didn’t want to be the reason for any discord between Richard and Charlotte.

With that, she walked to the curb to wait for a ride.

Seeing Charlotte’s outright refusal to let him drive Thalassa home, even threatening to cut ties with him, and Thalassa’s insistence on not being chauffeured by him, Richard gave in. With a mix of exasperation and endearment, he said to Charlotte, “I can never win with you. When will you ever change that stubborn streak of yours?”

“If changed, would I still be Charlotte?” she retorted with a roll of her eyes.

Yet, he pondered, if Charlotte were to lose that naive, adorably clueless part

Thalassa as he took the lead towards his car. Charlotte glanced back at Thalassa, who was still waiting at the curb, then

road, watching as Richard drove off

lights. As

wasn’t discouraged. She continued to wait, confident that a ride would

wrapped their arms around her waist from behind. Startled, she struggled, but the person’s other hand pressed a cloth over her

fragrance that quickly invaded her nostrils and filled her lungs. She tried to expel the odd

was strong, unmistakably

attempted to scream for help, but her mouth

it only took a few seconds for her body to weaken, her head to grow heavy, and darkness to engulf

numb. As her mind slowly sharpened, she recalled the events before she passed out, sending a wave of shock and fear through her. She snapped open her eyes

squinted against the light, and then she heard a

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