"..." Charlotte bit her lip, stared at Robert for a while, and said, "Aren’t you getting married next month?"
Robert said, "Is this what she told you?"
Charlotte’s eyes reddened slightly, feeling sowhat aggrieved, with a sobbing tone, "Did she not say it, so did I make it up? You are getting married, just go ahead and get married, why co and ss with ?"
Robert fell silent, seemingly encountering a very tricky problem, his brow furrowed.
He took out a cigarette, then glanced at her belly before silently putting the lighter back in his pocket.
His long fingers rubbed the delicate white rod of the cigarette, pondering for a mont before he said, "I don’t know what she told you, but I am not going to marry her."
"..." Charlotte pressed her lips together and didn’t speak, her eyes red.
Thinking about how long Charlotte had been deceived by Janet, seeing her aggrieved appearance at this mont, Robert softened a bit, his tone becoming more gentle.
"Recently, I had a business collaboration with the Madison family, we were jointly competing for real estate land in London. Janet and I spread so rumors to make the competition back off."
With a few words, he explained away his past relations with Janet.
Charlotte stood there, stunned for a mont, looking at him with red eyes, her brows and eyes weak and painful.
"This matter involves a financial chain worth 9.9 billion, besides Charles, I haven’t told anyone, but." He shifted the focus back to her, "Shouldn’t you trust ? You don’t trust , you believe the ridiculous words of an outsider? Even if you had a little bit of trust in , you wouldn’t be easily swayed by her!"
Charlotte pressed her lips together, her voice hoarse, "Everyone in the world says you are dating, you ca back with her provoking words, you didn’t deny your relationship, now you’re blaming for not trusting you?"
Robert: "Anyway, you’re the one who doesn’t trust ."
He looked as if he believed all the mistakes in the world were her fault.
Charlotte fud, her chest heaving, rembering the hopeless despair of those days, feeling it was like a joke.
Seeing her face growing paler, Robert thought about what he did back then, indeed, it was sowhat intentional punishnt, otherwise Charles wouldn’t have leaked information to her, precisely because she suddenly started having issues with him during that ti.
Robert coughed lightly, "Yes, I was wrong, but Charlotte, weren’t you wrong too? You inexplicably moved out of my room, refusing to stay ho with . Regarding school, we could also have discussed it, did you discuss it with ?"
Charlotte saw him trying to seize the moral high ground again, coldly retorted, "Does discussing with you work? When has it not been what you want, you do?"
Between them, there was no trust; over ti, Charlotte even felt she didn’t understand him at all.
She was also afraid, afraid of repeating the sa mistakes, every step she took was cautious and guarded.
She lowered her eyes, gazing at her slightly protruding belly, feeling indescribable worry and anxiety.
The misunderstanding was cleared up, but can this child truly stay?
What was Robert thinking after all? Is he really willing to accept this child?
It ultimately felt humbling, not even having the right to decide to keep her own child.
After Charlotte finished speaking, both fell silent.
Robert tossed the cigarette in his hand into the trash can, walked over, and scooped her up from the bed, holding her in his arms, looking down at her: "Charlotte, what on earth do you want?"
Why does he feel like he is increasingly unable to understand her?
The Charlotte that Janet talked about, and the Charlotte he grew up with, are they really the sa person?
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