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

Chapter 391 Die for Me

Sarah edged closer to Arthur slumped on the couch, his

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breathing uneven and his eyes half–closed. Her gaze was full of longing and determination.

“Arthur,” Sarah whispered softly, “let me take care of you. Charlotte doesn’t love you. She’s desperate for a divorce–that’s why she sent me here.”

The faint scent of her perfume wafted toward Arthur, mingling with the drug–induced haze clouding his senses.

Arthur gritted his teeth and forced his eyes shut, trying to push through the fog in his head. “Get away.” With a sudden burst of strength, he shoved Sarah aside, his voice sharp with disgust.

Her words lingered in his mind, echoing like a taunt. Arthur thought, “Charlotte sent her here. She knew I’d been drugged, and this is her response? Throwing another woman at me? Is she so desperate to push me away?”

A cold fury churned in his chest, sharp and unrelenting, spreading through every corner of his body. His face hardened, his usual elegance replaced by a dark, dangerous edge.

“Arthur…” Sarah stumbled back but quickly regained her footing. She wasn’t about to let this chance slip away.

is it–my only shot. If I could sleep with

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to take responsibility for me.”

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aren’t you?” she said, her voice trembling with both fear and resolve. “Don’t you realize it? She’s the one who drugged

up!” Arthur’s voice lashed out, sharp and deadly. Her words grated on him, cach syllable stoking his rage. He pushed himself upright, though his body swayed unsteadily. He

before he could take a step, Sarah clung to him again, her arms wrapping tightly around his waist. “Arthur, let

Arthur’s eyes darkened, and in a flash, his hand shot out, gripping her throat. “You want to help?” he growled, his voice low

was unyielding. This wasn’t supposed to

have lost control by now, reduced to nothing but an animalistic need. But instead, his mind was

sudden sound of a door opening broke

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Arthur’s side and pulling him

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his eyes bloodshot.

time. Let’s get you out of here first. I’ll find Charlotte and bring her to you–I promise.”

with anger, before finally allowing

her hands clutching her