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

Chapter 39 Needing Comfort

Under her hazy gaze, Charlotte looked at his cold, stern face. His eyes, darkened with desire, held no warmth as they

locked onto hers. His words felt like a

sharp blade, stabbing mercilessly into her heart.

She had once adored his eyes.

Every time he looked at her, she believed he loved her deeply. But now, all of that seemed like a cruel joke.

Without thinking, she raised her hand to slap him across the face.

Arthur, however, easily caught her wrist. He pushed her aside with a swift motion,

making her body shudder, her full chest following suit.

The desire in Arthur’s eyes only deepened as he leaned in to kiss her.

Charlotte’s gaze grew distant as she stared at the familiar ceiling above. This was their master bedroom, the place where they had shared countless passionate nights. But now, all she wanted was to

escape.

“No… I don’t want this…” Her voice cracked, rough and soft, her body tensing, despite her physical response. Even though her body betrayed her, her heart was full of resistance.

his presence darkened, as

of a phone

a

body, marked by their shared

away and answered

voice, once cold and harsh, now carried

the blanket around

be right there,” Arthur said calmly. He straightened his

icy tone, he added, “When I get back, I expect to see Julius eating a proper

were sharp, and the

dare

hurry, his footsteps echoing down the

a long silence, Charlotte finally emerged from the blanket. She took a quick shower and then walked into the walk–in

she entered, the

section for women’s clothes was empty

hapter 39 Needing Comfort

replaced any of it, leaving nothing for her to

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it with a

the table, eating slowly, even though it was just a simple salad. He finished every bite

his

feelings. He was hurt, upset, and

comfort.