Chapter 15 Once And For All

Alfred had been a butler for the Simmons Family for 30 years and knew Charlotte well. Although Charlotte did not answer him directly, he knew that Charlotte had consented. He sighed. "Even if you go, Bryson will act the same way he did last time. Why bother going?"

Charlotte looked toward an unknown location in a daze as she said, "Alfred, just drive."

Alfred had no choice but to start the car.

About 20 minutes later, the car arrived outside the gate of the Platinum Coast villa.

The door was shut.

Charlotte could not help thinking about yesterday, when she’d stood alone outside the gate, waiting for Bryson after she had just given birth.

So many things had happened in the past one day, and although it had just been over 20 hours, Charlotte felt like it had been a decade.

"Miss Charlotte, are we going to keep waiting like this? Or should I just drive and hit the door? If we cause a ruckus, I don't believe that heartless man will still ignore us.” Alfred gritted his teeth in anger.

This villa was Charlotte and Bryson’s wedding house, but Bryson had bought it in full before the wedding to Charlotte, so the property was under his name.

Thus, the Platinum Coast villa belonged to Bryson, who had the right to stop Charlotte from entering the place.

Charlotte took out her phone and looked at the time. "He’s coming."

As soon as Charlotte said that, the door opened. Bryson was wearing sportswear as he jogged out steadily.

Alfred looked at Charlotte in surprise.

Charlotte waved her cell phone. "Look at the time. It's 8:01."

Bryson was a very self-disciplined person with a regular schedule. Rain or shine, he would go out and run for three kilometers at 8 o'clock every morning, then take a shower before going to work.

This was how Bryson maintained his figure. Women often said that even if Bryson did not have such a perfect face, his figure alone would be enough to drive them crazy.

In the past four years, Charlotte had paid more attention to Bryson than to herself. She knew everything about him, so she naturally knew that Bryson would leave the house at this time.

Charlotte immediately opened the door.

When Bryson saw a car parked outside the gate, he was surprised. When he saw Charlotte walking out of the car, he was even more startled. A second later, his eyes were full of coldness.

"I thought I'd drawn a line between us. Didn't I express it clearly enough yesterday?"

"Don't worry, I won't bother you again. This time, I’m here to end this once and for all." The suitcase was extremely heavy. Charlotte had only managed to carry it into the car with Alfred’s help. However, at the moment, she did not know how but she found the strength to lift the suitcase from the car seat all by herself.

Boom!

Charlotte threw the suitcase at Bryson's feet.

The strong force pulled the top zipper open, and Bryson saw all the things inside.

He frowned as he looked at those familiar items. He could not help but recall all the good times he’d had with Charlotte.

Without expressing a trace of emotion, Charlotte put on a false front and said indifferently, "These are all your things. I kept them for you, but I will not anymore. You can take everything back."

"..."

Bryson seemed hurt, but the moment he took his eyes away from the suitcase, he went back to his cold self.

"There’s nothing between us anymore. Why would I want to keep all this stuff?"

Even though she had decided to give up on Bryson, Charlotte's heart still felt like it was being stabbed by a poisonous needle at that moment. The sudden pain made her tremble violently.

"Throw them away. The trash can is over there."

After Bryson said that, he jogged past Charlotte without looking back.

As Charlotte looked at Bryson's fit figure, her lips trembled. In the end, she could not say a word. The corners of her mouth curled up arrogantly.

Look at that!

That was Bryson Harper, the man she had loved with her heart and soul for four years!

She had loved him to the bone and considered him her prince charming. However, in his heart, her love was simply worthless trash!

"Miss Charlotte, I told you you shouldn't have come. Did you hear what he said? Luckily, he ran away fast enough. If he hadn’t, I would have choked him to death already!" Alfred’s beard trembled from anger.

Charlotte watched as Bryson ran farther and farther away in a daze. In the end, she resolutely looked away from him. "Alfred, get the gasoline."

"Huh? Miss Charlotte, don’t act rashly!"

Charlotte sneered, "Don't worry, I‘ll never act rashly because of Bryson again."

Alfred was relieved, so he brought the gasoline over.

Charlotte pointed to the suitcase on the ground.

Alfred understood what she meant and poured a small bucket full of gasoline into the suitcase.