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 if

the shrill ring of a phone

a

marked by their shared

and answered

voice, once cold and harsh, now carried a

the blanket around

I’ll be right there,” Arthur said calmly. He straightened his clothes,

an icy tone, he added, “When I get back,

and the underlying

didn’t dare challenge

in a hurry, his footsteps echoing down the

from the blanket. She took

entered, the

for women’s clothes was empty because she had

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it, leaving nothing for her

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grabbed one of his sweaters and paired it with a pair of sweatpants, tightening the waistband before heading

the table, eating slowly, even though

he saw her come down, his eyes reddened, but

his stiff profile betrayed his feelings.

comfort.