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

Chapter 170 I Don’t Want to See Her Cry

They were close, but the only thing that filled the air between them was the sterile scent of disinfectant in the hospital.

Charlotte stared at his sharp, handsome face, and suddenly, her eyes welled up with tears.

She bit down hard on her lip, turned her face away, and refused to look at him.

Arthur froze. His hand hovered awkwardly in mid–air, his gaze following the subtle shift in her emotions.

She had been cold and distant just moments ago, but now, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked like she was on the verge of tears, desperately holding them back.

Strangely, his heart tightened as if someone was squeezing it hard, leaving him breathless.

Slowly, he stood upright, his gaze lingering on her pale profile. His voice softened without him even realizing it. “Are you hungry?”

Charlotte didn’t answer him. She was afraid that if she spoke, her emotions would spill over.

The tightness in Arthur’s chest grew more intense. He pulled out his phone and called Grace, instructing her to bring back dinner.

Chapter 170 I Don’t Want to See Her Cry

Then, he moved to the window. The sky had darkened, and the city lights flickered on, but his mind remained troubled, grappling with the discomfort he couldn’t shake.

finally said, “Tomorrow, I’ll take you to the Hardwick Villa to rest until you’re fully

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likely tied to your mother. Since it’s her fault, she should be the one to take responsibility and care for you until you’re well. Won’t you feel worse if you don’t go

meeting his as

him.

faint sheen of tears threatening to spill. Currently, she felt a

the issue was

united. But now, he was telling her it wasn’t the case. He even had

though she hadn’t explained why she jumped from the car, he

man before her, she felt like she was

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her tears, almost like it burned his hand and seared into his heart. He didn’t

be lively and cheerful, even if it meant arguing or defying him. That energy and that spark of hers was what he wanted to

want to see her like this–fragile and vulnerable, holding back her hurt while her eyes were red with unshed

tears.

stop thinking about divorce and accept your role as Mrs.

confusion in Charlotte’s eyes vanished in an instant.

Oh, right.