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

Chapter 275 Drug Arthur

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A hint of scarlet colored Arthur’s eyes, and the alcohol pounding in his head only made the world around him feel hazier.

Without warning, he exerted force, pushing Charlotte back onto the bed.

“You!”

Charlotte let out a scream, but in the next instant, her

scream was cut short as his lips crashed onto hers, fierce and unrelenting.

The kiss was with a brutal intensity, possessive and all–consuming, as if he aimed to devour her very essence.

It wasn’t the kind of kiss that set her heart fluttering with excitement. Instead, it was the kind that made her want to bolt.

Charlotte struggled beneath him, but it was no use.

Her strength was nothing compared to his.

With one hand, he pinned her wrists above her head. His kiss traveled from the corner of her lips down to her neck.

Her legs, against her will, wrapped around his waist. The hard buckle of his belt pressed against her soft belly, and despite her panic, she could feel the undeniable change in him, the proof of his desire.

A sharp, stinging pain erupted on her collarbone. He was biting

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Her breath came in short, erratic gasps. She fought with everything she had, but her limbs were growing weak from exhaustion.

her body beginning to betray her.

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I can’t bear it…” she whimpered, her voice trembling as her

glistening with unshed tears, met his. For a split second. something in his expression softened just enough for him

He leaned in again, his lips leaving a trail of possessive marks on her

pocket, her fingers curling around a small

she whipped out the bottle and sprayed its contents directly into his unsuspecting face!

covered her own mouth and nose, watching as Arthur’s expression shifted

his sentence. His eyes glazed over,

a shaky breath, relief washing

waves.

was the latest fragrance spray she

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it on would be Arthur.

too. Her head spun,

last of her energy, she shoved Arthur off of her

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else mattered. Her mind was singularly focused, she

her face as she stumbled out of the hotel, helping to clear her mind. She fumbled for her phone,

call a taxi.

dial, a car pulled up in front of

“You’re here?”

breathed a sigh of relief, recognizing her friend. “Please, take me to

flickered with a mix of bewilderment and lucidity. With a voice laced with urgency, he asked, “What’s going on with you?”

see my grandma. Send me to the hospital. I’ll be

“Alright,” Pete replied.

and spun the car around. The engine hummed as they