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

Chapter 402 You’re Mine

Charlotte bit her lip and looked up at him, pale but defiant. “Arthur, you have no right to keep me here.”

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Her face was drained of color, and her eyes, red–rimmed from exhaustion, burned with anger. She hadn’t eaten, hadn’t rested- her whole body seemed on the verge of collapse.

Arthur loosened his tie and tossed it carelessly to the side. Without another word, he scooped her up in his arms.

“What are you doing? Put me down!” Charlotte thrashed and twisted, fighting with all her strength, and in desperation, she sank her teeth into his shoulder. She bit down so hard that a sour ache spread through her jaw.

But her struggle was futile. Arthur’s grip didn’t loosen–instead, he held her down even tighter, forcing her back against the bed. His kisses were fierce, almost aggressive, and in the same place. where she had bitten him, he retaliated by leaving a harsh bite of

his own.

Her teeth had drawn blood on his shoulder, but Arthur didn’t seem to care. Pain radiated through Charlotte, but Arthur still refused to let her go. Charlotte shivered uncontrollably, twisting and turning in vain, but all her resistance met with his overwhelming dominance.

She bit her lip hard, swallowing back any sound that threatened

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throat. Arthur, on the other hand, didn’t hold back at all. His every move was

his heart. It tore him apart inside–an unbearable ache that spread through his chest like an icy wind, cutting him open.

he could merge her into his very being. But even as he held her, kissed her, and claimed her, she still felt out of reach–so distant that it drove him to the

despair.

vanish completely, disappearing from his world forever. And that

bitterly, “Charlotte, you’re mine. You belong to me. No one

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spent. Pain throbbed through her body, sharp and tearing, but her mind was elsewhere. Her empty gaze drifted to the window, where the night stretched endlessly, dark

her whole.

fought so hard for so long, but

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Charlotte felt lost, adrift, her mind drowning in

of ointment against her skin pulled her back to reality. She flinched slightly as Arthur’s hand moved with surprising

lashes fluttered as she blinked, her throat dry and aching. “Arthur,” she rasped, her voice hoarse and broken, “how long are you planning to

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asked softly, almost as if talking to himself. Arthur’s focus remained on his task, his fingers carefully tending to her bruised skin. His expression