Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 343

Had her actions already been exposed? Did James know?

Charlotte’s heart raced wildly, panic creeping in. What would she do if he had found out?

James stared down at her with sharp, cold eyes. His voice was detached as he said, “If you claim you don’t understand, then I’ll take your word for it. Just focus on being Mrs. Chancer.”

With that, he gave her a symbolic pat on the back before brushing past her and walking away.

Charlotte felt a chill run through her entire body. What did he mean by that? Was he warning her?

The thought sent a wave of anger through her. She wanted to sweep everything off the desk in frustration, but this was James’s study—she didn’t dare.

Forcing herself to calm down, she reminded herself that her previous actions had already made James weary of her. She needed to rebuild the trust she once had.

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As James entered the bedroom, Charlotte’s voice called out from behind him. “Are you leaving again?”

He turned to see her standing there in a slip dress—a color he had never seen her wear before.

For a moment, the sadness weighing on his heart lifted. “It’s chilly. Why aren’t you wearing more?”

Hearing his concern, Charlotte’s eyes glistened with tears. It had been so long since he’d spoken to her like this.

“You haven’t looked at me like this in days,” she said, hiding her disappointment behind a practiced smile.

Her vulnerable tone softened James’s heart. The once-proud and headstrong Charlotte was now forcing herself to lower her defenses. He reached out and took her hand.

“Your hands are freezing,” James said, leading her toward the bed.

“James, I know I was wrong before,” Charlotte said, her voice laced with guilt.

James gave her a comforting hug. “It’s okay.”

Charlotte poured him a cup of tea. “I just made this for you. Try it—it’s my best work yet,” she said playfully, trying to lighten the mood.

James took a sip, but something felt off.

“Charlotte, you’re not the same as you used to be,” James said, his eyes on her face—a face he had once known so well but now felt strangely unfamiliar.

Charlotte froze, her expression shifting to one of hurt as she looked at him. “I could say the same about you, James. You’re not the same either.”

But James’s mind was elsewhere, replaying Sarah’s frightened expression and the blood on her arm.

Unable to think straight, he chose to leave, walking away from the tense conversation.

Charlotte didn’t try to stop him. It was only after he was out of sight that she regained her composure. With a surge of frustration, she grabbed the teacup and hurled it to the floor.

The cup shattered, tea splashing everywhere.

Her mind spiraled with anger. It was always about her!

Every time James reassured Charlotte that she was the one he cared about the most, something happened to prove otherwise.

Charlotte couldn’t help but feel afraid. She knew James’s heart was already slipping away, flying toward that woman—toward Sarah.