Chapter 258\u00a0<\/p>\n
Back then, when her mother and Bradley\u2019s father divorced and\u00a0<\/p>\n
she and her mom were leaving, Bradley seemed to have said\u00a0<\/p>\n
the same thing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What had she said back then?\u00a0<\/p>\n
She seemed to have said:\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bradley, you\u2019re a big boy now. When you grow up, you have to\u00a0<\/p>\n
learn to accept people leaving and losing things.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Charlotte felt a pang of regret. She wondered if her words back\u00a0<\/p>\n
then had been too cruel, making the boy\u2019s subsequent years of\u00a0<\/p>\n
growing up a bit\u2026 rough.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And even causing him to develop feelings for her that he\u00a0<\/p>\n
shouldn\u2019t have.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBradley, you\u2019re drunk.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She tried to pry Bradley\u2019s hand off, but failed. She could only\u00a0<\/p>\n
force a calm tone and say, \u201cI\u2019m not leaving you, I\u2019m just going to\u00a0<\/p>\n
get someone who can take care of you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cI don\u2019t want anyone else.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bradley shook his head stubbornly. His gaze was unfocused,\u00a0<\/p>\n
but he tried hard to stare at her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Like a drowning man clinging to a piece of driftwood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you\u2019d take care of me forever. Why\u2026 why did you go\u00a0<\/p>\n
back on your word? Charlotte, you\u2019re a liar.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBradley!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Charlotte didn\u2019t look into Bradley\u2019s eyes. She turned her head\u00a0<\/p>\n
away, her own eyes turning a little red.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She took a deep breath.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you want me to take care of you for the rest of your life as a\u00a0<\/p>\n
sister, of course, that\u2019s not a problem.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know that\u2019s not what I want.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bradley gripped her hand even tighter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to sit up in bed,\u00a0<\/p>\n
closing the distance between him and Charlotte.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI like you, I love you, Charlotte\u2026 I love you so much I\u2019m going\u00a0<\/p>\n
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crazy. Why do you keep pretending\u2026 you don\u2019t know?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve actually felt it for a long time, but you keep avoiding it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCharlotte, do you think I\u2019m a pervert too?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOr do you think\u2026 I\u2019m dirty.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As Bradley spoke, he somehow slid off the bed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was practically kneeling on the floor, his head resting\u00a0<\/p>\n
against Charlotte\u2019s hand, which was on her lap.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNot a day goes by that I don\u2019t think of you. Only\u2026 when I\u2019m\u00a0<\/p>\n
seeing patients, during surgery, can I forget you for a little\u00a0<\/p>\n
while.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCharlotte, I found so many people who look like you. I didn\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
mean anything by it, I just wanted to see you through them.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bradley cried.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His tears were scalding hot, falling on Charlotte\u2019s hand, then\u00a0<\/p>\n
soaking through the pajama pants on her lap.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI know this is wrong, I know it\u2019s bad, but if I didn\u2019t do this\u2026 I\u00a0<\/p>\n
would\u2019ve gone crazy long ago.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 258\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCharlotte\u2026 Charlotte, could you really bear to watch me slowly\u00a0<\/p>\n
go insane?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Charlotte froze completely, as if struck by lightning, her mind a\u00a0<\/p>\n
total blank.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bradley\u2019s words grew heavier and more desperate with each\u00a0<\/p>\n
sentence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Like dull knives, repeatedly slicing into her heart.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The feelings she had always tried to ignore, to escape, were\u00a0<\/p>\n
bloodily dissected by him in the most humble, most painful way,\u00a0<\/p>\n
and laid bare before her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI know it\u2019s wrong\u2026 I know it\u2019s bad\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bradley\u2019s voice was muffled against her lap, filled with endless\u00a0<\/p>\n
pain and self\u2013loathing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I can\u2019t control it. From the day you left home, I couldn\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
stop thinking about you, to the point where my heart ached\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI looked for them only because I missed you so much\u2026 I\u00a0<\/p>\n
wanted to see eyes that looked like yours, hear a voice that\u00a0<\/p>\n
sounded like yours\u2026 Even if it was just a little bit similar, it let\u00a0<\/p>\n
me breathe. Charlotte, I never touched them, not a single one. I\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 258\u00a0<\/p>\n
just\u2026 missed you so much\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He choked on his sobs, his shoulders trembling slightly from\u00a0<\/p>\n
the suppressed crying. In that state, where was even a trace of\u00a0<\/p>\n
his usual debonair, carefree attitude?\u00a0<\/p>\n
All that was left was the battered, fragile mess of a man,\u00a0<\/p>\n
tormented by endless love and unrequited desire.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Charlotte\u2019s heart was in complete chaos, shattered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDamn, what happened after that\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bradley was lying on the bed, unable to remember for the life of\u00a0<\/p>\n
him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He only remembered that he had ended up collapsing onto\u00a0<\/p>\n
Charlotte\u2019s lap.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he woke up in the morning, the room was empty. He was\u00a0<\/p>\n
sleeping on the bed, with a glass of water thoughtfully placed\u00a0<\/p>\n
beside it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He knew right away Charlotte had left it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But where was she?\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked around, thinking that maybe Charlotte had switched\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 258\u00a0<\/p>\n
rooms with him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But when he got to her room, he found no trace of Charlotte having slept there; she had only been there for a little while.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bradley took a shower and went out to the living room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As Bradley walked into the living room, his head still throbbing\u00a0<\/p>\n
with pain, he immediately saw Charlotte and Simon sitting on\u00a0<\/p>\n
the sofa.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella\u2019s storytelling style is immersive and addictive\u2014perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.<\/p>\n
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