Chapter 43 Being Wronged

Charlotte returned to her bedroom, but her heart was still beating vigorously. While she looked in the mirror, her lips were as crimson as if they were bleeding, and her mouth was filled with a faint sweet and metallic blood aftertaste, as if Zachary’s intense kiss was still lingering on her lips...

Whenever Zachary approached her, she would always feel panic and awe. She’d even had the illusion that she had returned to the night when that stranger had defiled her ten months ago.

This time around, was it because Zachary had mistaken her for his beloved woman? His kiss had been so affectionate that Charlotte had only felt warmth.

“Ugh!” Charlotte gave her reflection in the mirror the middle finger to express her contempt and simultaneously murmured to comfort herself. “Charlotte Simmons, you’re doing just fine. There’s nothing wrong with you. No woman should be able to resist that scourge’s charm.”

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As Charlotte was lying on the bed and caressing her belly, she thought of the chil