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

Chapter 207 Not Letting Him on the

Bed

Charlotte, drunk and oblivious to his threats, was lost in memories of the past. Her anguish deepened, tears streaking her face and blurring her vision.

Arthur got up and stepped away from her bed. She quieted, clutching the blanket as though it were armor, wrapping herself tightly and peeking out with wary, tear–filled eyes.

His heart felt gripped by a spiked hand, suffocating and aching. This unfamiliar sensation made Arthur frown deeply. He hated it but couldn’t shake it off.

Was her memory of their wedding night so vivid because of the hypnosis earlier?

Irritated, he suddenly regretted subjecting her to hypnosis.

Turning, he reached for his clothes, pulling out a cigarette and holding it between his lips. Just as he was about to light it, a

sharp voice rang out.

“No smoking!”

Arthur looked up to see her slender arm poking out from the blanket, pointing at him with an air of bossy defiance.

The cigarette bobbed between his lips as he let out a laugh, equal parts amused and annoyed.

Chapter 207 Not Letting Him on the Bed

She wouldn’t let him on the bed or let him smoke? How domineering could she get?

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even let me on the bed, so what gives

world. This was her house, and

taint it.

smoking,” she

Her to

her voice was

grabbed her hand and pulled her up with one swift motion. The blanket slipped away, and the light spilled over her creamy skin, highlighting her soft

venting his frustration, but her soft warmth made

need a smoke. What do you suggest I do

his hand away. “Stop

“Do

our wedding night? I’m your husband; touching you is only natural,” Arthur said, the cigarette still between his lips. As he spoke, his sharp, handsome features carried a roguish charm, his half–lidded eyes gleaming with amusement as he stared at

at his words. “If I’d known you’d be so cold and heartless,

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It was just one night–chalk

flickering

out the cigarette and grabbed the back of her

had been mindful of her drunken antics, choosing not

to argue.

didn’t like what she’d just said.

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