novelraw Chapter 823: She Never Actually Loved Him
Chapter 823: She Never Actually Loved Him
Has someone bailed her out?
Here, who would come personally to bail her out?
Charlotte felt a jolt in her heart, sitting in the chair without moving. The policeman impatiently glanced at her: "Hurry up, don’t keep your family waiting!"
Charlotte pursed her lips, reluctantly stood up, and was ushered into the police station lobby.
At the entrance of the police station, indeed, stood a man. Leaning against the doorframe, his elegant black coat was kissed by the morning light, casting a gentle golden glow. His cold white fingers held a lit cigarette and, seeing her come out, he glanced at her and turned to walk outside.
Charlotte followed him.
She lowered her head, with a sense of indescribable awkwardness in her heart.
A black car was parked at the entrance of the police station. Robert Stephens opened the car door and sat inside, then rolled down the window and turned his head to look at her.
Charlotte slightly pursed her lips, unable to decide whether to stand still or get in.
Finally, she braced herself and opened the car door, walking over to sit beside him.
The car interior was filled with a dry tobacco scent, and Charlotte noticed Robert Stephens’ coat was covered in ashes.
The direction of the black sedan was towards the airport; Charlotte felt unwilling, yet knew there was no turning back.
She lowered her head, letting out a gentle sigh.
Unexpectedly, that sigh invited the man’s sarcasm.
"If you’re so unwilling, just jump out of the car."
Charlotte raised her head to look at him, seeing Robert Stephens’ face so grim it could drip water. She pursed her lips but said nothing.
Robert, seeing her still looking aggrieved, felt his anger surge wanting to directly throw her out.
He thought after being together for over ten years, he should fully understand this woman and realized he didn’t at all.
Without a word exchanged, the two arrived at the airport; Charlotte’s passport was taken by him and she waited aside as Robert fetched her boarding pass.
After passing security, they arrived at the waiting lounge.
Robert bought her milk and bread, came back and tossed it to her, then sat beside her turning his head to look at the vast lounge.
Charlotte looked at the milk and bread on her lap, hungry from hardly eating anything all night, took a bite of the bread, her eyes shamefully welled up.
Hearing the inhaling sound, Robert turned his head to glance at her, frowned and asked sarcastically: "Charlotte, what are you crying for?"
He should be the one crying, right?
His fiancée stubbornly refused to follow him back, and he couldn’t figure out what wrong he committed that made her prefer staying in this desolate, miserable place rather than going back to Chicago with him.
Charlotte heard his voice, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.
She croaked, "Robert, what exactly do you want?"
Hurting her while taking care of her; to him, what exactly was she?
Robert bit onto the cigarette, nearly laughed in disbelief at her question.
"Charlotte, shouldn’t it be me asking you—what exactly do you want?" Roughly wiping her tears with his raised hand, "Are you that unwilling to be by my side?"
First separation, then leaving home; sometimes he wonders if it’s because they’ve been together too long that he rashly assumed Charlotte was his, when in truth maybe Charlotte never liked him?
She was gradually growing up, no longer easily fooled like when she was young, with her own consciousness awakening, and unwilling to stay by his side.