The sounds of the servants moving around came from outside the room. Someone stopped outside the door and murmured, "Are you all right, madam?"
Victoria stiffened.
Obviously, the servants had heard the sounds coming from inside and come over, worried.
She glared at the man in front of her and motioned for him to loosen his grip.
But Charlie treated it like he hadn't seen it and kept his hand on her waist, trapping her between the door and his body.
Helpless, Victoria simply said, "I'm fine."
The servants were dubious but didn't ask questions and left.
When they were all gone, Victoria glared at Charlie again and growled, "Let go."
Charlie looked at her calmly and didn't release her. Instead, he leant forward, getting even closer to her.
His powerful pressure made Victoria's heart hammer as she shrank back.
Charlie suddenly chuckled.
"You've got feelings for me, Victoria."
Victoria trembled.
As if it was set in stone, Charlie grabbed her chin again and tilted her head up at him. His eyes were dark. Much of his iciness had faded, leaving a mysterious, indecipherable emotion.
"Do you know what I've been thinking all these years?"
Victoria was in a daze and didn't speak as she stared at him.
Charlie stroked the skin on her jaw and murmured, "I've always been wondering why you left me when you loved me so fervently in the beginning. Were none of your words true back then? Were you really with me just for the thrill; the great lady of the Kaur family matching up with a poor kid who has nothing..."
Past memories rushed in like the tide.
Five years ago, Victoria had still been young. And being young and fiery, the moment she saw Charlie, she'd taken a liking to the cool, unbridled young man.
But at that age, even if she liked him, how could she say it out loud?
The more she liked him, the more conflicted she grew, and the more twisted it got.
She loved him to death inside, but simply had to act like she didn't care.
After all, she was the grand lady of the Kaur family.
All the friends around her, all the people by her side, were the upper crust of Julio.
Even Natalia had been the star of the Dawson family before Kiera's incident.
Rich people compared each other often in their circles. One day, when someone asked her if she really was getting together with an impoverished peasant brat and started mocking her.
For some reason, she'd blurted out that she was just having some fun with her, so what was so shocking about that!
Her opponent provoked her, saying that she'd only marry some brat from a farming village and become his housewife for the rest of her life. She'd panicked and said she'd never marry some country bumpkin. She was a Kaur lady, and their relationship now was just for the thrill of it. How could that peasant boy ever be a match for her?
She hadn't meant it that way.
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