<b>Chapter </b><b>30 </b>
Jaxson froze, staring at <b>her </b>intently.
Don’t <b>want </b><b>to</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
Yes, I didn’t <b>want </b>to<b>.</b>”
He <b>already </b><b>had </b>a <b>look </b><b>of </b><b>desire </b><b>in </b>his <b>eyes</b><b>, </b><b>sneering</b>, “I <b>won’t </b>let <b>you</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
<b>She </b><b>was </b><b>startled</b>.
<b>The man </b><b>wrapped </b>his <b>arms </b><b>around </b>her waist and lifted her up horizontally.
<b>She </b><b>had </b><b>barely </b><b>had </b><b>time </b><b>to </b><b>react </b><b>before </b>she <b>was </b><b>carried </b>back <b>to </b><b>the </b>bedroom by <b>the </b>man.
The mattress behind sank down <b>a </b><b>bit</b>, the tall <b>man’s </b>body covering her. Charlotte instinctively tried to <b>move </b>back, but he <b>pressed </b>her down, <b>pinning </b>her <b>underneath </b>him.
“Jaxson…” <b>Charlotte </b>pushed against his chest with both hands, trying to push him away, “Didn’t <b>you </b><b>say </b><b>you </b><b>haven’t </b><b>eaten</b>? Dinner <b>is </b><b>almost </b><b>ready</b>!”
It’s the <b>same </b><b>now</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
He<b>, </b><b>as </b><b>usual</b><b>, </b>did <b>not </b>flirt <b>and </b><b>wanted </b>to <b>get </b><b>straight </b>to the point.
Charlotte bit <b>her </b>lip, enduring the touch of him.
What <b>is </b>this<b>? </b>
<b>Was </b>there <b>tenderness </b>before the <b>divorce</b><b>? </b>
The man seemed to think of something<b>, </b>his hand reaching towards the drawer, his brow suddenly furrowing, “<b>Where </b><b>is </b>it?”
Charlotte took <b>advantage </b><b>of </b>the situation to push him away<b>, </b>suppressing the <b>strange </b>feeling in <b>her </b>heart and forcing <b>a </b>smile, “<b>You </b><b>forgot</b>, it’s <b>been </b>gone for a long time<b>.</b>”
<b>He </b><b>always </b>took measures and used to prepare in advance.
<b>But </b>since Caroline and her <b>son </b>returned to <b>their </b>country, he <b>rarely </b><b>shared </b>a bed with <b>her</b>.
He forgot whether he had a hat <b>or </b>not.
<b>Jaxson </b>did calm down indeed.
And <b>she </b>also knew that without taking action, he would not touch <b>her</b><b>. </b>
He would never let himself get pregnant with his child.
Charlotte tidied up her messy clothes, <b>decisively </b>got out of bed,“Dinner <b>is </b>almost ready, I’m going out <b>to </b>check.”
She almost <b>escaped</b>.
That night, <b>Jaxson </b><b>slept </b>in the <b>guest </b>room.
Charlotte knew this result <b>early </b>on, <b>so </b>she <b>epted </b>it and didn’t <b>feel </b><b>upset</b>.
The next morning, Charlotte thought <b>Jaxson </b>had <b>already </b>left, <b>so </b>she <b>came </b>out <b>in </b>her nightgown <b>as </b><b>usual</b>.
“Anna, what did you <b>make </b>for <b>breakfast</b>? It <b>smells </b><b>so </b>good…”
As <b>soon </b><b>as </b>the words <b>fell</b><b>, </b>she saw the nanny aunt wiping the table, <b>suddenly </b>stunned.
I nced into the kitchen<b>. </b>
<b>Was </b>it <b>Jaxson </b>who <b>made </b>breakfast<b>? </b>