Her pace suddenly froze, hands clenched,


    Seeing that she didn’t turn back, Jaxson sneered lightly and blocked her way, “If you’re thinking of asking Mr. Steward for help, that’s even more impossible. The Steward family can’t interfere in my affairs.”


    Charlottepletely broke down emotionally, her voice bing hoarse and choked up to the point where she could barely speak, Jaxson, what do you really want!”


    Jaxson casually tossed Reynald’s coat into the trash can, took off his own suit, and walked straight towards her.


    Charlotte could hardlye to her senses,


    The next second, the man’s coat covered her from head to toe<i>, </i>


    Jaxson grabbed her shoulder and, despite her resistance, he forcibly took her back to the car.


    Cynthia in the driver’s seat turned her head and nodded in greeting, “Ms. Sutton.”


    Charlotte couldn’t help but feel a moment of daze, then quickly turned her gaze to the window of the car, her eyes showing a nk and vacant expression.


    Jaxson nced at her, indicating Cynthia to drive.


    The vehicle arrived at the Heavenwood Apartments, Charlotte quickly got out of the car and headed straight to the building without pausing for a


    <b>moment </b>


    Jaxson did <b>not </b>rush to get off the car, instructing Cynthia, Investigate what happened tonight.”


    Cynthia nodded.


    Charlotte walked into the room, slowlying to her senses, only then realizing that she was still wearing his coat.


    She took off his coat, casually threw it aside, and hurried into the bedroom.


    The man who entered the room cast his gaze on the coat on the floor, loosened his tie, and his eyes revealed a hint of gloom.


    He strode towards the bedroom, intending to open the door, but the person inside had already locked it.


    Hah. Just perfect.


    Jaxson turned and went to the guest room.


    In the master bedroom.


    Charlotte curled up on the bed, lying on her side, listening to the silence outside the door. Only then did she slowly open her eyes, a tear trickling down her <b>nose </b>and onto the pillow.


    Fortunately, she came to terms with it.


    This <b>man</b>, she didn’t want anymore.


    The next day, Charlotte walked out of the bedroom, and Anna had just prepared breakfast. “Mrs. Hamilton, you’re up. By the way, Mr. Hamilton asked me to tell you before he left that you don’t need to go to the hospital yet, just rest well.