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.

spoke, his fury surged, and his presence darkened,

just then, the shrill ring of a phone cut through the

was a call

glanced at her body, marked by their shared intimacy, his desire momentarily suppressed.

away and

His voice, once cold and harsh, now carried a subtle

wrapped the blanket around herself

don’t worry. I’ll be right there,” Arthur said calmly. He straightened his clothes, briefly glancing at the figure

he added, “When I get back, I expect

words were sharp, and the underlying threat

didn’t dare

hurry, his footsteps echoing down the

long silence, Charlotte finally emerged from the blanket. She

she entered, the lights

empty because she

hapter 39 Needing Comfort

hadn’t replaced any of it, leaving nothing for

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of his sweaters and paired it with a

slowly, even though it was just a simple salad. He

he saw her come down, his eyes

profile betrayed his feelings. He

comfort.