She was genuinely freaking out. She had to get out of there with Charles and figure out a nter. But Charles didn''t budge, his gaze locked on Evelyn, trying to decipher her intentions.


    "Charles... please, get me out of here. I can''t stand to see that monster..." Dahlia''s voice trembled, her grip on Charles''s waist tightening as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.


    "Dahlia, what are you scared of?" Evelyn smirked, her voice dripping with cold amusement.


    "I''m terrified Wesley will force himself on me again, hurt me! Evelyn, it was you, right? Last time he failed, and now you''re pulling the same stunt, sending him to humiliate me again?"


    "You think I set him up to do that?" Evelyn''s eyes danced with mockery as she nced at Wesley.


    Wesley''s eyes were clouded with pain, the kind that cuts deep when someone you love keeps hurting you. "Did I ever force you?" he asked, his gaze fixed on Dahlia.


    Dahlia ignored Wesley, ying the victim as she buried her face in Charles''s chest. "Charles, please, let''s go!"


    Seeing her on the verge of a breakdown, Charles understood her fear of Wesley and was about to scoop her up when a sultry voice broke the tension. "Wesley~ kiss me!" The words hit like a thunderbolt, freezing Charles in ce.


    Both turned their eyes to Wesley''s phone. Dahlia''s heart sank as she realized Wesley had recorded that night at the hotel. Her mind raced with one desperate thought: Charles cannot see this.


    "Wesley!" she shouted, losing her grip on her emotions. She tried to get up and grab the phone, forgetting she was still in a


    wheelchair. She fell to the ground, her outstretched hand nowhere near the phone, helpless as it continued to y.


    In bed, Dahlia had always let loose. She and Wesley went wild, saying and doing anything. Wesley loved her boldness, just as she loved his untamed spirit-perfect partners in that wild dance. But now, those once thrilling memories felt like knife wounds with Charles watching.


    Hearing the passionate echoes from that night, she remembered everything she did to wear Wesley out so he''d fall asleep. Every trick in the book was used.


    "Charles, don''t listen! Don''t look! It''s all Wesley''s doing! That''s not me, not me!" she cried, desperate to convince him. "It''s Evelyn! She set this up to make you doubt me, to split us apart... Charles, don''t fall for it!"


    Dahlia clung to his leg, tears streaming down her face, begging Charles to believe her. But Charles''s eyes stayed glued to the phone


    Wesley though he filmed it, had


    shielded Dahlia from view. Only his


    back and Dahlia''s legs wrapped


    around him were visible, her teasing


    presence undeniable.


    Anyone could see she was a willing participant. There was no force. Dahlia had


    been lying to him.