The Cherished Wife by Chweety

Chapter 663

Charles, feeling Janet's arms around his waist, squinted slightly. A fierce glint appeared in his eyes. "Let go!" His voice was icy, echoing loudly in the open space.

Janet was taken aback for a second but quickly shook her head, desperate. "Don't go, Charles. Please?" She clung to him even tighter. "You care about me, don't you? I'm begging you, don't leave. I know you're mad at Aunt, but don't let that affect us. I haven't done anything wrong!" "This is the last time I'm saying this. Let go!" Charles's brows were furrowed in frustration, but Janet's grip remained firm.

Charles's frown deepened. "Three strikes, Janet." He laid his hand on hers, and she beamed, thinking he was finally giving in. However, he squeezed it hard, shattering her moment of hope. Charles's grip was so tight it felt like he could snap her bones. There was not a shred of gentleness in his touch.

Janet's scream pierced the air as her face drained of color. "Charles, it hurts! Let go, please! It's so painful!"

you break my hand. If I let go, you'll walk away! I can't let you

his hold, twisting her hand with such force that Janet was flung to the ground before she

heap. Her hands and elbows were scraped and bleeding. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, "Charles, how could you be so cruel?

stood a few

down at her. He stripped off his

and then wiped his hands with a tissue. His face was etched with utter disgust, as

Any self-delusion she had was shattered. She had believed that despite his disdain, Charles would at least spare a thought for the Baker family's dignity However, it was clear he did not care about her at all. He despised her to the point that even her

back against the cold ground. Her fists were tight, and blood trickled from her knuckles, a stark red against her

her lip caught between her teeth, Janet looked up at Charles with hurt in her eyes. "Charles, you can't do this to me.