“What are you looking at?” Michael walked over and asked.
“Nothing. Let’s go.”
Charlotte furrowed her brows, feeling heavy-hearted. I’m disappointed in you, Hector.
Back then, you said it was your parents who wanted to cancel our marriage and that whatever happened between you and Luna was a moment of drunken stupor.
So, what about now?
Just the day before yesterday, you swore to protect me. But look at you, cheating with Helena now.
You’re nothing but a scumbag!
“What’s wrong, Charlotte?” Michael asked, noticing how absent-minded she appeared. “Don’t worry about Luna. She’s always been a nutcase. I even told you back then not to hang around with someone as wicked as her.”
The woman let out a sigh and turned to him. “You’re the only one among all my friends who haven’t changed, Michael,” she lamented.
Yup. Hector, Helena, and Luna—they’re all different now.
You’re the only one who’s as pure-hearted and kind as before, Michael.
“But of course,” Michael remarked as he ruffled her hair gently. “You haven’t eaten much just now, have you? Let’s go grab a bite.”
“It’s fine. Let’s find a nice, quiet place to sit down.” Charlotte felt physically and mentally drained.
“Okay. Let’s go get some fresh air at the beach.”
The man drove them to the seaside and wound down the window. Then, while gazing into the night sky full of stars, he opened up to Charlotte.
He had been traveling the world on his own for the past four years, admiring every view and recreating them in his sketchbook.
Four years of living a simple and stain-free life felt like just one day to Michael.
Charlotte, on the other hand, had long turned into a white sheet full of blemishes.
On top of her many dark pasts and ugly rumors, the woman was now being oppressed by others; she couldn’t live freely.
Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to tell Michael anything.
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