<b>Chapter </b><b>230 </b>
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Let’s <b>get </b><b>divorced</b>, I set you <b>free</b>.
<b>Jaxson’s </b><b>ears </b>suddenly echoed the words from that night, his face turning cold without a word.
“Grandma has already agreed, and she also said she wouldn’t interfere in our divorce,” Charlotte once again pulled her hand away from his.
At that moment of separation, Jaxson’s suppressed emotions exploded, his arms scooping her back into his embrace, and he pressed her against the ss door panel with two or three steps.
The hair tie <b>was </b>taken off by him, and his thick long hair, like seaweed, fell down strand by strand in a messy way, wrapping around his arm.
Charlotte’s pupils slightly contracted, sensing his next move<b>, </b>she turned her face away to avoid his kiss.
He paused, his palm pressing against her cheek to make her face him directly, and kissed her forcefully.
Charlotte clenched her teeth and refused to respond. He deprived her of her <b>breath</b>, and just as she was about to run out of oxygen, he took advantage of the opportunity.
She struggled an inch, he would advance an inch, until she gave up and was forced topromise.
Jaxson left her lips, his fingertips brushing over her flushed and breathless <b>face</b>, which was charming in a different <i>way</i>.
He has always been good <i>at </i>hiding his unknown side, but he lost control in front <b>of </b>her three or four times, and this time, it escted.
“Didn’t you clear out some things? I n to get you some new ones. Do you want jewelry, handbags<b>, </b><b>or </b>clothes?”
His answer avoided the topic of divorce.
It <b>seems </b>that if he doesn’t mention it, this matter will be over.
Charlotte was annoyed with him, “I don’t want anything.”
“What do you want then<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“I wanted <b>my </b>dad to be <b>alive</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Jaxson <b>stared </b>at her<b>, </b><b>not </b>answering.
Charlotte wiped off the residual warmth he had touched on her lips, pushed him away, and said<b>, </b><b>“</b>Jaxson, not to mention Charlie <b>for </b>now, just my matter alone, I will never forget in my whole life, let alone forgive<b>.</b><b>” </b>
She walked out of the meeting room.
Charlotte <b>walked </b>to the office, getting angrier and angrier.
I wish I could take off my mouth and put on a new one.
“Dr. Sutton,” she heard someone <b>call </b>her, and she looked up to see only Lucy standing in the nurse’s station.
Lucy looked around and then handed a note to Charlotte before returning to her own position.
dad’s
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