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Chapter 60: What Did You Experience in those Five Years?
Chapter 60: What Did You Experience in those Five Years?
Lawrence looked down at her, his eyes darkened. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.
He asked in a deep voice, “Do you hate me?”
Charlotte looked away while lowering her head, her hands under the quilt suddenly clenching. She
shook her head slowly.
“No matter what caused things happened in the past, it was my fault. But now, I’ve vented all my
misfortune on you. You have Allison Miller who can do anything for you. I just want to have a steady
and peaceful life and avenge my family.”
She spoke steadily and softly, but every single word from her was smashed between them, which
formed an invisible gap.
“We can’t go back to where we used to be, and nor could we move forward. Lawrence, I’m begging
you. Please let me have my only dignity and let go of me.”
She lowered her head, trying hard to hide the redness in her eyes.
“I’ll try my best and return the six million you spent on me. I’ll also move out of this apartment as soon
as possible. In the future...”
Before Charlotte could finish her words, she heard Lawrence’s mocking sneer.
He didn’t speak or react to her words. From the beginning to the end, he didn’t respond to her at all.
After a long while, Charlotte couldn’t hear him speak. Raising her head, she found that he had already
stood up, reaching out to his shirt and putting it on.
The gauze had been removed from his injured head, and only several light-colored scars were left.
However, his legs...
Charlotte looked down by accident, only to find the gauze soaked in blood on them.
Earlier, he stood up too suddenly, and then he had sex with her crazily without caring about anything.
His wounds must have cracked.
Seeing that he was putting on his trousers and ready to go, she suddenly reached out to pull him to
stop.
“Wait a minute.”
The next second, she withdrew her hand pretty quickly as if she had an electric shot.
She said awkwardly, “Your wounds are bleeding. Could you wait after I’ve dealt with them for you,
please? After all, it was my fault today...”
Before she finished her words, she gritted her teeth and got off the bed, wrapped under the quilt. Under
the man’s gaze, she walked to the cloakroom nearby.
Lawrence looked in the direction where she had gone with his darkened black eyes. Nobody could tell
what was in his mind now.
Charlotte put on her clothes pretty quickly. Then she rushed out with a first-aid kit.
Open the box, she squatted down in front of him.
Seemingly after she had hesitated for a short while, she took off his trousers for him carefully. Cutting
the bloody red gauze, she started to deal with his wounds with caution.
The smell of disinfectant dispersed, and the room quieted down.
They were so close to each other.
The distance was so short that as soon as Lawrence slightly lowered his head, he could see the blush
on her delicate face, which hadn’t faded away, the sweat oozed on her forehead because of
nervousness, and the ambiguous marks around her collar, which were left by him.
The man’s eyes were darkened, some other kinds of emotions appearing in his eyes.
He couldn’t help but wonder how many years it had been.
Lawrence had forgotten how many years he hadn’t been so close to her in such a quietness.
At the thought of her past reported by Jeffrey, Lawrence’s face fell slightly. Staring at her side face, he
suddenly called her, “Lotta?”
“Ehn?” Charlotte concentrated on dealing with his wounds, so she hummed subconsciously to respond.
“In those five years when I was away, you were locked up by Evelyn Wilson. What on earth has
happened? You are just a weak and fragile girl who even can’t bind a chicken. What has she done with
you?”