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

Chapter 388 You Need a Woman

The man’s sharp jawline and angular features gave him a commanding presence. His thin lips curved into a faint smile as he studied her with a hint of amusement. “The charity gala’s not over. Why are you leaving so early?”

He stopped just in front of Evie. The cool autumn breeze brushed past, adding a faint chill to the air. Her delicate face turned pale in the wind, but she kept up her signature smile.

“Oh, it’s you. What a coincidence,” she said lightly. “I’ve got something urgent to take care of. Was there something you needed?”

Her heart pounded in her chest, her grip on the fabric of her dress tightening until her knuckles turned white. She thought, “Why has he noticed me? I’d done everything to stay under the radar.”

The man pulled out a box and opened it, revealing the jade ring from earlier. Under the light, the gemstone gleamed with a soft, luminous glow, its diamond accents sparkling like tiny stars. “You seemed to like this,” he said, his tone casual but firm. “Take it. It’s yours.”

Evie glanced at the ring but quickly shook her head. “That’s far too generous. I’m sorry, but I can’t accept it.”

She took a step back, putting some distance between them as she

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for me at home, and she gets scared if I’m late. If you’re planning to stay in Lanceser for a

stood close, the breeze had carried her scent to him–familiar and intoxicating,

that doesn’t matter. I have time. Plenty of time to

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unusual about Arthur–until she felt a hand on her thigh. Her body stiffened. She turned her head sharply, her voice

pull his hand away. His palm lingered on her smooth skin, lightly brushing as if he couldn’t resist the sensation. “I

frowned. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t drug you, so don’t

let out a quiet sigh, as though resigning himself. “I didn’t say it was

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off, so unsteady, that Charlotte hesitated. After a moment, she sighed and nodded, “Fine.”

and they made their way to the lounge. Inside, she helped Arthur onto the couch before quickly stepping back, putting distance between them. “I’ll go find Dr. Holland,” she said briskly, already heading toward the

screaming for relief. He reached for her, but she