After taking the photos, Sean handed the phone back to Charlotte, his expression calm and unreadable. His tone was casual, almost indifferent. “You got a message from a friend.” “Huh? Let me see.” Charlotte glanced at the screen, and her expression stiffened. She knew that texts automatically
If it weren’t for Mrs. Coleman, Charlotte wasn’t sure she would have made it through. To her, Mrs. Coleman wasn’t just a caretaker, she was family. Even though Charlotte had cut off contact with Desmond over the past three years, she still called Mrs. Coleman on holidays to check in. Rememberi
Dinner was anything but pleasant.No one at the table enjoyed the meal.Charlotte had nothing to say to them, so she finished eating quickly and headed straight to her room.Back in her room, she noticed the gift box on her desk and remembered that she still hadn’t given Sean the watch. She picked
“Really?” Wendy asked eagerly. “I want to go to Silverridge first. The scenery at Lake Kessler is breathtaking this time of year.”Lake Kessler.Something about that name sounded oddly familiar.Oh. Charlotte had mentioned it before. She had talked about wanting to travel there during the Octobe
By the time Zac’s driver dropped him off at the villa, it was already past 3 a.m. He stumbled into his bedroom, collapsed onto the bed, and passed out immediately. The next time he opened his eyes, it wasn’t because he woke up naturally. It was because of the pain. “Charlotte, my stomach hurts
Wendy sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled out her phone. “Look, Zac,” she said eagerly, showing him the screen. “I found this great travel guide for our trip. We can do a road trip, hire two drivers, and explore at our own pace. Silverridge is huge, so driving will be way more convenient. A
Sean’s expression remained cold and unreadable. “They broke up. He’s her ex.” Ian raised an eyebrow. “And that doesn’t bother you?” Sean played his card with a casual flick of his wrist, his tone indifferent. “Who doesn’t have a past? Haven’t you ever dated someone before?” Ian scratched his n
“Charlotte, you finally made it.” Ian was the first to greet her, flashing a grin. “Three years later, and somehow, you’re even prettier.” Mia rolled her eyes. “God, could you be any more cringe?” Ian clicked his tongue, feigning offense. “Excuse you, this isn’t cringe. It’s called having social
Sean and Charlotte were walking close, chatting and laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world.Zac muttered under his breath, “Out of the hospital already? Tough guy.”Eugene guessed the man beside Charlotte had to be her fiancé.Before he could say anything, Zac opened the car door and ste
Lately, Zac had been running around nonstop trying to secure investors.Most of the businesses in Jersey City weren’t even considering putting money into the Gibson Corporation, so he had no choice but to look elsewhere. He had been spending more time in hotels and on airplanes than anywhere else.T
Charlotte wasn’t ready to let it go. “There’s no rough timeline? Not even a guess?”“If I had to say,” Sean replied, “probably when you were in high school. That time Eric Lee was bothering you. I punched him, and that’s when it hit me. I realized there was something different about how I felt about
Zac’s words echoed in Charlotte’s mind like a curse, refusing to let her rest. They kept swirling in her head, leaving her distracted and uneasy.So much so that when she visited Sean at the hospital the next day, she looked completely lost in thought.“Lottie, what’s on your mind?” Sean asked.Her
“Yes, Mrs. Jasper,” Charlotte replied.Lillian turned to Sean. “Did you eat enough? I brought all your favorites. Do you want a little more?”Sean shook his head with a soft smile. “No need. Lottie made lunch herself. It was perfect and I finished every bite.”Lillian’s face lit up with a warm, moth
By the time Sean snapped out of his daze, he saw that the tray table in front of him was already filled with a plate of sautéed greens, tender poached beef, fluffy white rice, and a bowl of homemade soup“You made all this?” he asked with a soft smile. “What kind of soup is it?”“Chicken soup,” Char
Sean’s lips, still pale as paper, curved into a faint smile. “Alright. I promise.”Not long after James and Lillian stepped out of the ICU, James’s phone rang. The voice on the other end was sharp with urgency.“Mr. Jasper—bad news. Something’s happened!”At the detention center, Judy claimed she wa
Charlotte had been worried sick all afternoon. Now that Sean was finally out of danger, she just wanted to see him.After all, he had taken that knife for her.“Let’s go. You’re coming home with me,” Desmond said sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument.But Charlotte shook her head, her eyes
Charlotte lowered her head. “It was all my fault.”Lillian turned to her sharply. “What do you mean by that?”Charlotte took a deep breath and explained everything from the rooftop—every detail, every decision.Mrs. Jasper Sr.’s expression darkened. “So Sean took that knife for you?”Charlotte’s lip