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Cheating husband’s fake affair 201

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    Chane’s pupils suildenlyracted, instinctively wanting to resist, but he had anticipated in early, his hand against the door, imprisoning her in his


    His kiss was hotter than his body temperature.


    Thest time he lost control was when he was drugged.


    This time, it won’t be…


    In a momem of desperation, she pped him backhandedly, not hitting his check, butnding on his earlobe


    Charlone looked at the man who turned his head slightly and said, <b>Jaxson</b>, look carefully, I am not Caroline!


    Jaxson twitched his jaw muscle, giving her no response, just reaching for the corner of his mouth stained with her lipstick


    Charlotte came to her senses and realized that she had been too impatient just now.


    She calmed down and found an excuse for herself, “Jaxson, you u weren’t like this before, I’m not used to you suddenly being like this.”


    He never responded.


    After a long time, Jaxson loosened his tie,‘I want to see you before ten o’clock”


    He passed her and left thepartment first.


    Charlotte’s legs wern <b>weak</b>, and she leaned against the door. She had indeed been <b>scared </b>by Jaxson’s condition just now,


    But she didn’t understand


    I couldn’t understand his every move just now.


    Could it be pralousy?


    Thinking of this, she couldn’t help butugh


    Charlotte wiped off her lipstick with a tissue, reapplied it, and didn’t leave the dressing room until <b>a </b>moment


    Unfortunately, Reynald happened to see it


    Reynald kooked curious, Howe Charlotte was with Mr. Hamilton in the lounge?”


    “I just happened to be <b>a </b>coincidence.<b>” </b>


    He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, Really?”


    Charlotte felt embarrassed


    Why do I feel guilty as if caught red–handed.


    “y, since Charlone doesn’t want <b>to </b>talk about it, I won’t <b>ask </b><b>anymore</b>,” Reynald <b>said</b>, <b>cing </b><b>his </b>hand on her <b>shoulder</b>, “But <b>you </b><b>can </b>try <b>to </b><b>trust </b>me morr, no marter <b>what </b>happens, I will help you*


    Charlotte looked at him, feeling inexplicably touched.


    Except for the teacher and younger brother.


    <b>No </b>one has ever been able to stand by her without any worries.


    She lowered her eyes, “Thank you, Reynald, but the situation between him <b>and </b><b>me </b>is veryplicated. I don’t want you to get imolved”


    He smiled gently, I’m not afraid.”


    H


    Charlotte was silent for a moment.“1


    you next time we meet


    After saying goodbye to him, Chalutte <b>wem </b>to find Javier


    Reynald watched her walk away, with a hint ofplexity on his face, as if he was struggling with himself inside.


    At half past nine, Charlotte finally took a taxi back to Havenwood Apartments. When she got off, she didn’t <b>forget </b>to message Javier to let him know she


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    She took the elevator to the floor, opened the door <b>and </b>entered the room.


    Jayson came back earlier than her, wearing a ck robe and sliting at the bar pouring drinks. His eyes were calm ay water, and a wave of emotion surged. between them when their eyes met.


    Charlotte quickly <b>averted </b>her gaze and ced her bag on the hallway cab. “Has Mr. Hamilton been satisfied before ten o’clock?”


    Jasson picked up the ss, held it to his lips without drinking I drank too much


    Charlotte was taken aback


    Was he exining his actions in the lounge?


    She nodded and said, “Got it,”


    Just as


    <b>she </b>


    about to leave, Jaxson suddenly grabbed her arm and said.“I said I drank too much”


    Charlotte wondered, “So what?”


    feli dizzy


    hher


    Charlot


    Charlotte began to doubt if she was hearing things.


    Did Jason actually show weakness in <b>front </b>of her!


    While she was lost in thought, Jasonzily propped his hand against his temple and asked, “Aren’t you good at making hangover soup?”


    Charlone was taken aback as the memories of the past flooded back to her countless nights when she waited for him at social events, all with personally prepared hangover soup.


    But


    When did he ever <b>care</b>?


    Has he suddenly started to miss it now?
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