Author's pov Charlotte felt a jolt of romantic shock when Tyler held her right hand and closed the door. She still had a glass of wine in her hand. As they reached the middle of the sitting room, she asked Tyler, "Can you help me put my hair back? I'm still holding my wine."Tyler stood in front of Charlotte while she smiled, and he tucked her hair behind her face. "Can you please tie it all together at the back?" she requested again. Tyler, without thinking otherwise, moved to her back and tied her hair together. "Is that all?" he asked. "Hmm... for now."Tyler stepped away from her as his phone rang. He reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and answered the call. "Charles... It's been a while. You received my message?" Tyler spoke on the phone as he climbed the stairs to his room. Charlotte was left in the sitting room, watching Tyler walk away. Her facial expression changed, and it was clear she wasn't happy that Tyler had left her in such a mood. Charlotte q
Author's pov Ava rushed to the bed and looked at Charlotte from head to toe, realizing that she was still asleep. "Charlotte!" She tapped her. "What happened to you?" The tapping and Ava's voice woke Charlotte up, and she turned and faced Ava. Her eyes were still sleepy, and she looked a bit scared. Ava hurriedly left the room and went to meet her dad in the kitchen. "Dad, have you seen Charlotte this morning?" Tyler, who was facing a boiling pot, turned and looked at Ava before replying, "I thought she was still sleeping. That's why I decided to quickly prepare breakfast so that she can eat before she travels back." "It seemed like she drank a lot of wine yesterday." "Poor thing!" He sighed. "Please remind her that her flight is taking off at 9 am." Then Ava left the kitchen, and Tyler continued cooking. When Ava returned to Charlotte's room, she found that Charlotte had finally woken up and was now wearing a gown. "Why did you sleep without wearing anything, and
Charlotte's pov There is always a new feeling when entering one's town. That's how I felt when the plane announced our arrival and a few minutes later, began descending. This place is where I was born, where I grew up, where I found love, and where my heart was unexpectedly shattered. But thankfully, I also discovered love in an unusual place, a hotel - a place of self-discovery, where true love found me. I knew that as soon as I stepped off the plane, my mum wouldn't be far away. She must be waiting for me in the waiting hall or in her car. I had already texted her when my plane took off for the three-hour journey. The moment I grabbed my bag, the first person I called on the phone was my mum. "Hi Mum, I have arrived." "Better!" That was the first thing she said. I was surprised and asked, "What does that word mean?" "Better in the sense that your tone of voice is different from when you left many weeks ago." "What does that mean, Mum?" "It means you must have achieved
Charlotte's pov "I'm sorry, your mum didn't tell you?" Harry said, and before I knew it, he knelt down on one knee, and tears started streaming down his face. I couldn't contain my anger, and it suddenly changed my voice. Harry thought his condition was the reason for what happened, so he asked, reaching out to touch my chest, "My mother? To do what?"Feeling betrayed in that moment, everything happened so quickly that he noticed the sorrow in my tone. I turned and went inside, with only one thought in mind: my mum must have informed Harry that I would be coming today. I went straight to my mum's door and knocked twice. Even before she came out, I was shaking my head. As soon as she came out of her room, I said, "Thank you so much. You set me up?" I couldn't look at her face and turned to go down to my room, and she immediately followed behind me. "Charlotte! Charlotte!" she called, but I didn't stop. When I was about to enter my room, I paused and said to her, "Go and meet
Charlotte's pov If I remember correctly, I started getting ready to go to King's Royal Hotel at 2 pm. I took a shower and deliberately spent more time bathing, hoping to make the day go by faster. Now I know that time really drags when you're waiting for something. I sat down at my makeup chair and meticulously applied makeup to every part of my face until I achieved the desired look. I decided to tie my hair up in a ponytail. Why am I so focused on my appearance? This man won't even be able to see me. But I was determined to get his phone number and name so we could meet after tonight. Another thing that bothered me was that it had been a while since I had been intimate, and it felt like my body was missing something essential. Something that I wanted only this man at the hotel to give me. About two hours later, my mum came to my room, dressed up to meet her boyfriend. "How do I look?" She turned around, waiting for my compliment. "You look gorgeous!" I said. She was wearin
Charlotte's pov The first thing I noticed about the male voice entering the door was that it sounded very familiar, like one I had heard before. But I quickly dismissed it as a mix of emotions. Then the voice asked again, this time after closing the door, "Can I come closer?" He sought my approval to approach me. The faint light at the far end cast a slight shadow on me, but it wasn't bright enough to reveal my face or the clothes I was wearing. "Yes...s," I replied. "Sweetheart, I was here about thirty minutes ago, and I thought you might not make it." Now he was very close, holding my fingers. I was about to say something when he gently placed his hand over my mouth and said, "You don't need to apologize. Your memory was the strongest feeling I have ever had..." At this point, I couldn't hold back anymore. Deep down in my heart, I knew who was speaking, and joy overflowed as I said, "Tyler?" When I called his name, he was shocked and immediately removed his hand from m
Ella's pov My life has been a difficult journey that I never wanted to share with anyone, especially my daughter Charlotte. I've always been afraid of burdening her with the trauma I've managed to overcome over the years. So, all this time, I've only given her a fabricated version of my story. She grew up believing that her dad and I separated early in our marriage and that was what I told her. That was a huge lie, but I thought it was better for her mental well-being when she was young. I didn't think she could handle the harsh truth about my life and what I have passed through. If only I had known, I wouldn't have displayed that old picture on my bedroom wall. It's the source of all these issues. Charlotte has never been sad or felt hungry for her father's presence. But when she asked me how she was conceived, I knew it was time to reveal the truth to her. At first, I hesitated and didn't want to disclose what I had been hiding. "My dear, can we talk about this when you're in
Charlotte's pov Why do I lose myself whenever I see anything related to Tyler? Just a message from him and my legs, fingertips and heart would start trembling. I used to think that once I had made love with him for once, it would be over, but it seemed like it was just the beginning of my feelings for him. The next day, after Tyler and I slept together, it became a struggle. Everyone seemed interested in knowing who I had been with. My mom, on one end, wanted to know about my new man. She even wanted to read Tyler's apology letter if my new assumed boyfriend had broken my trust and love. She was so curious about it that I had to make up a story that wasn't true, and she still had her eyes on me before she left with her boyfriend. I could recall Ava calling me again after I mistook her for her dad and spoke angrily to her on the phone. "Charlotte, how was it? Isn't he the one?" Ava asked. "Ava, please, no. He's not the one," I replied. I didn't understand why Ava started laughi