Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1482

Chapter 1482

Charmine thought that if she headed back for filming right after her discharge, everyone would assume she was reluctant to part with Maurice.

Alas, she realized that even if she slept with Maurice, Anthony would not care.

She felt tired...

She did not want to speak nor did she want to be with anyone. She wanted to be left alone.

Maurice noticed her tense face and asked, "What’s wrong, Gem? Do you feel unwell?"

Charmine snapped out of her thoughts. "No."

Thinking things over, she added, "I won’t rejoin the crew for now, Mo. I want to rest at home." "Okay," said Maurice, "I'll go and tell the director on your behalf. Rest well, and come back only when you feel better." "Okay."

Maurice left first after they walked out of the hospital.

Alexander, Eric, and William were going to send her home, but Charmine said, "I want to be alone."

With that said, she took the car key from Eric and left the three of them there, driving home right after.

She sped all the way home, and when she arrived, she went and leaned on the sofa, curled up into a ball, and hugged her knees.

The worn-out Charmine looked ahead blankly.

All this time, she put up a bravado for the whole world to see. She would appear strong, even if the skies were falling.

However, when she was alone, she wanted to let down her guard. She did not want to feel so tired.

The image of Anthony haunted her as she entered the house, i

They used to have so many moments here around the sofa, but...

Thinking of how he was unperturbed even when she was in trouble, her heart tightened.

She still could not accept the fact that he no longer loved her, that they had ended so abruptly.

She always thought Anthony was keeping something from her...but reality showed her otherwise.

Charmine smiled mockingly. She pulled out the drawer to take out her cigar.

Her fair fingers placed it on her alluring, red lips. With a click of the match, she lit up the cigar.

She squinted as she took in a deep breath. The cigar was between her fingers, and her sexy burgundy lips blew out smoke.

She was bewitching, cold, and lonely.

Charmine smoked and looked out the window.

Ten minutes.

She would permit herself to be sad for ten minutes.

After that, she would no longer welcome love in her world.

That afternoon, as if nothing had happened, she was aloof and confident- as she usually was-when she rejoined the crew.

The director sent her a bouquet of flowers to apologize to her. "We're terribly sorry for what happened, Ms. Jordan. Thank you for not holding it against us and still willing to continue trusting us."

She received the flowers and said, "No need to apologize. It's not your fault."

She then swept her gaze at her surroundings.