The Betrayed Heiress Is Now the CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Charlotte called Sean, and he picked up almost instantly, his voice gentle.

“Lottie, do you like the dresses?”

“Yes” Charlotte nodded. “Which one do you think looks best?”

On the other end, Sean chuckled, his tone Indulgent. “Didn’t I already say you should just get them all? I had my assistant place the orders already.”

“That fast? I only just posted about them.”

“Didn’t want to risk them selling out. They’re limited editions.”

“Thank you, Sean.”

“Lottie, you’re my fiancée now. We’re family. You don’t have to thank me.”

Logically, she knew he was right. But deep down, she still couldn’t quite step into the role of his fiancée To her, Sean was still the same patient, dependable boy who had once tutored her in math–the caring older brother she had known for years.

“By the way, Lottie, I know getting around Harbor City isn’t the easiest without a car, so I bought you one. The paperwork just went through. Send me your address, and I’ll have someone deliver it to you.”

Charlotte stiffened.

Three years ago, she had run away to avoid marrying Sean. She knew he must have been aware of how her father had cut her off financially, leaving her stranded in a city where she had neither a car nor a home of her own.

Her best friends had once joked about “sponsoring” her, but she had turned them down.

During those first two months, when she could barely make ends meet, she had reluctantly accepted a small loan from them to get by. But as soon as she got her job, she paid back every penny.

Now, here was Sean, the very person she had tried to escape, offering to buy her a car. And instead of holding a grudge, he was still looking

after her.

A wave of guilt washed over her. She gripped her phone tighter.

“That’s not necessary. I usually just take cabs. It’s really not a big deal.

Sean was silent for a second before he spoke again, his voice laced with quiet burt

“Lottle, are you being this polite because you still don’t want to marry me?”

Qarlotte instinctively shook her head–only to realize a beat later that they were on the phone, and he couldn’t see her.

She softened her tone. “It’s not that, Sean. I wouldn’t have agreed to the engagement if I wasn’t willing. I just… I’ll be back in Jersey City soon. There’s no point in buying a car now.

___“That’s fine,” Sean replied easily. “When you come back, I’ll just have it sent over there.”

“I really” Charlotte started to protest.

“You have a hearing in a neighboring city in a few days, don’t you?” Sean said casually. “A car would make things easier.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened.

“How did you know about that?”

“You posted about it two months ago,”

She blinked, stunned.

He was right. The court date had been set months ago–September 25th, at a courthouse one city over.

At the time, she had made a casual post on her Instagrau story, joking about how it was basically a “business–funded vacation” and that she would finally get to eat the spicy Cajun pasta she had been craving. She had even listed a few must–see tourist spots.

Sean’s voice was warm, with a hint of amusement. “Having a car would make it more convenient. After your hearing, you can take a little detour and visit those places.”

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Right now, Sean stood by the floor–to–ceiling windows of his high–rise office, looking out over the city’s shimmering skyline.

Three years ago, when he learned how difficult Charlotte’s life had been after she left home, he had wanted so badly to send her money, buy her a house, make sure she had everything she needed.

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