Caroline's POV:
Charles was staring at me with a blank gaze and saying nothing. I was annoyed of his mere presence.
"Caroline, I apologize for this. Charles is also my patient. He's in the consultation room next door. He might've heard you scream and thought that something bad was happening, so he came to see what was going on," Samantha explained while she stood beside me.
I stared at Charles with inquisitive eyes.
'He's sick? Is he having migraines again?' I asked inwardly.
"I'm sorry for barging in here," Charles remarked.
"My apologies. It was thoughtless of me to have you both here," Samantha explained again.
I shook my head at her in response.
"Caroline, if you don't like the fact that Charles is here, I can always reschedule his appointment," she suggested.
I took a deep breath and replied, "No. You two go ahead and talk. I'll be going home first."
However, Samantha stopped me. "Caroline, the session isn't over yet. Are you sure you want to give up halfway?"
The sound of her gentle voice made it difficult for me to refuse her.
Perhaps talking to her would actually do me some good.
But every time I saw Charles, my heart would break.
Sadness flooded into my heart like a tsunami, devastating every inch of myself.
"You can stay here. I'll leave," Charles said in an oddly calm manner.
Before I could react, he had already stridden out of the consultation room.
"Since there's no more distractions, why don't we go back to our session?" asked Samantha.
I forced a smile and nodded.
About an hour later, I finally opened my eyes and met her calming eyes.
"How are you feeling now?" Samantha helped me to sit up.
"Much better." I smiled at her.
I wasn't sure if the reason I was this happy was because of the therapy session I just had.
But my body wasn't as tense as it was a few days ago.
"As long as you can attend therapy sessions with me on a regular basis, you won't need to take any medicine anymore. You'll be recovering sooner, even," Samantha promised confidently.
I nodded in response and thanked her for her time.
When I walked out of the consultation room, I saw Charles leaning against the wall.
'What is he still doing here?' I wondered.
I withdrew my gaze from him and walked towards the exit.
Charles stood before me, appearing to be worried. "You look a lot thinner than before, Caroline," he said.
"Are you done? Can you get out of my way now?"
I asked, pretending to be calm.
It appeared as though he didn't expect me to be so blunt, so my response left him stupefied for a moment.
"I feel bad for you, Caroline," Charles remarked in a soft voice.
He tried to touch my face, but I dodged his hand.
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I see.
Having said that, I walked past him and intended to leave.
However, he held my wrist and pushed me against the wall.
Charles put one hand on the back of my head and his other hand on the wall.
His fiery gaze made my heart tremble.
I lowered my eyes, adjusted my emotions, and looked him dead in the eye. "Thank you for the other day. The groundbreaking ceremony and everything."
"That's all you wanted to say to me?" Charles asked, appearing to be both disappointed and hopeful that there was more.
I chuckled at his question and said, "That's right."
Suddenly, he became tense.
Silence ensued in the corridor.
Elena approached us, casting him a stern glare.
"Mr. Moore, I implore you to let go of her."
Charles' face turned grim. His lips moved slightly as though he had so many things to tell me.
But in the end, he decided against speaking and just let go of me. It appeared like he had given up.
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