Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur)

Chapter 34 Testing Her

Charlotte froze, her breath catching as a wave of unease swept over her.

“Strawberries? Is Arthur testing me?

Does he suspect I’m faking this?

Where did I slip up?”

Her heart raced, but she kept her expression calm and composed.

After dropping off the refreshments, Grace left, leaving Charlotte alone in the reception room.

Glancing up casually, she spotted a surveillance camera tucked into the

corner of the ceiling.

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Her stomach sank, and she was more certain about her

guess.

Sure, she’d lost her memory, but only about them. Pretending to have amnesia was the only way to avoid his relentless targeting.

Ignoring the fruit and pastries on the table, she picked up her phone and started playing a game, her fingers moving with forced nonchalance.

Minutes later, the door opened again. Grace returned, this time carrying a glass of strawberry juice. She placed it down with a polite smile. “Mrs. Harrison, your drink.”

Charlotte barely glanced at it before responding flatly, “I’m allergic to

Didn’t you

so sorry. That was my mistake. I’ll replace

more, her face as

again. This time, Arthur strode

sleek silver–gray suit, his crisp, clean–cut hair and sharp features giving him an air of perfection, except for the icy edge in

games with me.” He closed the distance between them, looking down at her with cold

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tired of living?”

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head to meet his gaze, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Why would I fake amnesia? If you’re so doubtful, we

deliberately, then added, “Besides, it’s not like

darkened,

else but had conveniently erased every trace of

bracing one hand

trapping her between his chest and the cushions. His

studied her, searching for cracks in

you

gaze flicked to her lips, soft, full, and

for a moment, then realized what he

must have told

from the

Arthur was suddenly

quickly composed herself. “I hit someone with my car. I was scared. Am I not allowed to

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a flawless excuse,

for argument.

himself at a dead end, an infuriating sense of helplessness washing over