Lawrence looked down at her, his eyes darkened.
He asked in a deep voice, “Do you hate me?”
Charlotte looked away while lowering her head, her hands under the quilt suddenly clenching. She shook her head slowly.
“No matter what caused things happened in the past, it was my fault. But now, I’ve vented all my misfortune on you. You have Allison Miller who can do anything for you. I just want to have a steady and peaceful life and avenge my family.”
She spoke steadily and softly, but every single word from her was smashed between them, which formed an invisible gap.
“We can’t go back to where we used to be, and nor could we move forward. Lawrence, I’m begging you. Please let me have my only dignity and let go of me.”
She lowered her head, trying hard to hide the redness in her eyes.
“I’ll try my best and return the six million you spent on me. I’ll also move out of this apartment as soon as possible. In the future...”
Before Charlotte could finish her words, she heard Lawrence’s mocking sneer.
He didn’t speak or react to her words. From the beginning to the end, he didn’t respond to her at all.
After a long while, Charlotte couldn’t hear him speak. Raising her head, she found that he had already stood up, reaching out to his shirt and putting it on.
The gauze had been removed from his injured head, and only several light-colored scars were left.
However, his legs...
Charlotte looked down by accident, only to find the gauze soaked in blood on them.
Earlier, he stood up too suddenly, and then he had sex with her crazily without caring about anything. His wounds must have cracked.
Seeing that he was putting on his trousers and ready to go, she suddenly reached out to pull him to stop.
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