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

Chapter 274 No Divorce

The soft shuffle of footsteps echoed in the silent room. Before Charlotte could even process what was happening, she was scooped up into strong arms and carried out of the room.

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Fearing she might wake Julius, she stayed silent. As soon as they crossed the threshold, she whispered urgently, “Put me down.”

But Arthur didn’t. He carried her straight into his private room, gently placing her beside the bed. He stood in front of her, his eyes never leaving her face.

Charlotte frowned, her patience wearing thin. “What’s going

on?”

She caught the unmistakable scent of alcohol on his breath and felt a surge of caution. She didn’t want to provoke him when he was drunk. God knows what he was capable of when he was drunk.

She tried to stand to distance herself from him.

But Arthur wouldn’t let her go. His hands gripped her shoulders firmly, keeping her in place. “Sit down,” he said. “Let me look at you.”

Charlotte’s confusion only deepened. She glanced up at him, meeting his intense gaze. Now, there was a blaze in his eyes, an intense fervor that caused her heart to flutter wildly. She averted her gaze swiftly, as though the very sight of him could scorch her.

Chapfer 274 No Divorce

Arthur didn’t release her hand; instead, he held her gaze, drinking in every flicker of emotion that crossed her face.

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marriage, he had never truly acknowledged the unique feelings he harbored for her. He was perpetually on guard against being manipulated, yet in the end,

their relationship hung in the balance, precariously poised on the brink

connection was sustained solely by his efforts

resources.

five years ago, she would leave him. There would be no

ache settling in his heart. He couldn’t

away.

he leaned closer, his

hand over her mouth. Her bright eyes were wide with caution as she

knew, without a doubt, that

pure!

determined to thwart any success on

her small, delicate hand and, to

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As long as we don’t get a divorce, you can ask

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and his breath was crisp with a faint trace of alcohol, yet his deep gaze was like an

she declared, “I’m not here to

“Is there really no

deep gaze upon her.

didn’t know what game he was playing, but she was done with the fear

of his coldness, treated like an expendable tool. She offered her wholehearted sincerity and warmth, only to be met with resounding

used as merely a stand–in for someone else was especially unbearable, sending