Chapter 233
At the Chancer house.
Charlotte emerged from her shower, now truly Mrs. Chancer
After her quick shower, she spritzed on cool perfume and hurried to choose an outfit from her closet.
Since the incident, despite becoming Mrs. Chancer, some still mocked her – especially about being arrested at the press
conference. It still stung
But none of that mattered now.
James was her priority. She needed to win him over completely, bind him to her forever.
She’d bought something special while shopping today, planning a “surprise” for James tonight. She’d waited for him to finish,
work, but grew impatient,
Her heart pounding, Charlotte pulled out the garment, studying it for a long moment before falling silent.
She gripped the barely–there, sheer nightgown tighter.
She’d never done anything like this, but she had to try for James’s heart.
Taking a deep breath, Charlotte steeled herself and put it on.
She hurried to his study, carefully turning the handle
“James.” She dimmed the lights, walking toward
shyly, her damp hair falling loosely.
Her subtle pertume surrounded him, but his eyes stayed fixed on his computer screen.
“Charlotte, go to bed. I need to work,” he said tiredly.
Charlotte persisted, moving closer to rest her hands on his shoulders. “James, stay with me?“
She settled into h
his lap, arms around his neck.
Finally seeing Charlotte clearly, James took in her trembling lashes, flushed face, and shy expression.
The revealing nightgown hinted at beautiful I curves beneath. His pulse quickened – he’d never seen this side of Charlotte
He stared at her bashful face before lifting her up. “Charlotte.”
He kissed her briefly and carried her to o their bedroom.
In their passionate embrace, Charlotte clung to him, caught in waves of heat.
“James, I love you so much,” she whispered emotionally
James closed his eyes, burying his face in her neck, as if hiding from her face
“James.”
te that voice
No, he didn’t like
*James, do you love me? Say my name.”
Stop talking Please stop.
James kissed her roughly, silencing her words and whimpers
Finally, peace – except for her soft murmurs
staring at him in horror,
reddening. She pushed him
here with the blanket
“What did you say? Whose name did you call?”
How could be? How dare he call another woman’s name in their intimate moment?
And that woman the one she hated most She thought she won but this felt like a slap in the face
“Charlotte,
Shut up You haven’t answered me Whose name did you just say? Do you know who I am? Her tears fell freely
