Louis stood at the doorway of the study room, staring at Zachary fearfully.

When he finally collected himself, he was surprised to discover a small handgun in his hand. Louis hastily stuffed the weapon into his shirt sleeve.

“What’s it got to do with you?” Charlotte remained as hostile as before and continued, “I’ve cut ties with you since the moment you threw me out on the wedding and forced me to leave without my child. You have no right to interrogate me about the men I date or marry.”

“Is this your way of saying that y-you were together last night?” Zachary seemed to ignore her statement, obsessed with only knowing what had happened the night before.

Charlotte steeled herself and answered, “Yes.”

Technically, I was together with Louis last night. He’s the one asking vague questions.

 

“Great! Just great!”

hopes were utterly destroyed, along with his earlier composure. His gaze turned

 

thought that this was an elaborate hoax by the Laurent family to prevent him from reuniting with Charlotte and foiling her marriage plans with

his imagination, Charlotte was a victim of drugging. Even if anything happened between Louis and her, he would forgive

any sadness or regret. Instead, she behaved as if she was trying to

had not refuted anything that Sherlyn

now, she had given him a direct answer to his

Zachary’s fantasy of a

come here bearing false hope. She’s changed a great deal since returning, and she’s no longer the Charlotte of

shaking with anger as

if you could allow him to stay for a few days. I’d love to spend time with him and Ellie. You can take this time

if last night’s incident was

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