Chapter 11 Bow and Scrape
Charlotte asked in a muffled voice, “Why did you help him?”
This was what she wanted to ask Malcolm the most.
“Was it because of our relationship? Was that why you agreed to help him?
“Was it out of pity? Condescension? Humberto was so humble in front. of you. Was it some kind of charity? Did helping him make you feel good? I don’t want you to help him. It makes me feel like you’re insulting him.”
Malcolm was slightly surprised at her change. One minute ago, she had been all meek, and now, she suddenly became a feisty little minx.
He looked down at her flushed face and actually felt slightly displeased.
He asked the driver to pull over.
Once they were alone in the car, he lowered the partition, sealing them in an isolated space.
Realizing the space was enclosed, Charlotte looked at him, blushing.
Suddenly, he reached out. The second before he touched her check. she quickly tilted her head away, and his hand froze in mid–air.
Then, he actually gripped her chin and forcefully made her look at him.
She didn’t struggle. Instead, she just lowered her reddening eyes.
She was never the ferocious type. Instead, she was born docile. After venting her anger, she was now all deflated.
Malcolm asked. “Are you feeling sorry for Humberto?”
She didn’t deny it.
“Do you think he was treated unfairly?”
Still, she didn’t say anything.
Then he asked. “What if I tell you I wanted to make it up to him because of our relationship?”
His voice was extremely low, and his face was centimeters away from hers as he spoke.
She tried to pull away, to remove his hand from her chin, but the second their skin touched, he gripped her hand firmly, making her
blush.
As her heart pounded wildly, he said, “Charlotte, like any good person. I have a conscience, too. That was why I helped him–I wanted to make it up to him. I never meant to insult him.”
The word “conscience” pressed heavily upon Charlotte’s heart, and tears streamed down her face at once.
When she saw Humberto toasting Malcolm, all she could think about. was her relationship with Malcolm. The thought of Humberto knowing it made her feel so terrible that she almost wanted to puke.
Meanwhile, Malcolm continued, “It doesn’t do him any harm, right? Do you wanna see him bow and scrape forever? Or see him fawn over them in an oversized suit?”
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No. Charlotte didn’t want to see Humberto like that.
He should be confident, unyielding, and dignified, instead of spineless, like the way he was today.
“I can make his future prosperous. Charlotte, will that make both of ust feel better?”
Charlotte looked up at him. “Really?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
She thought. “It turns out people all carry guilt.
“If my sacrifice means a good life for him, why not? After all, this is all I can do for him now.”
She gradually loosened her grip on his wrist, and her shoulders drooped. Sitting next to him, she seemed like a small boat that had lost its way forward.
Malcolm raised his hand to stroke her cheek. As he touched her skin. their breaths mingled.
Sensing the intimate atmosphere, Charlotte was uneasy and wanted to pull away.
Suddenly, he kissed her lips. She dodged at first, at a loss for what to do. But soon, she realized that after several intimate encounters, she no longer resisted his kiss that much.
As she gradually sank into his kiss, he suddenly deepened the kiss, and their tongues intertwined.
