Chapter 22
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Wendy’s hand was wrapped in thick layers of gauze, looking alarmingly serious.
“Charlotte, you really went too far this time. Get to the hospital and apologize to Wendy now.
“I’m not forgiving you until you do. Be good, say you’re sorry, and you can keep staying at the house.”
Charlotte let out a cold laugh…
She didn’t bother replying.
Instead, she blocked and deleted him on the messaging app without a second thought.
At the hospital, Zac stared at his phone screen, his expression dark and stormy.
A gray notification sat beneath his last message:
“Message not delivered. This person is no longer available on your contacts.”
She actually blocked him on the messaging appl
Zac’s jaw clenched, his brows twitching with frustration.
So, she had gots now? She even dared to block him?
On the hospital bed, Wendy noticed his grim expression and couldn’t help but ask, “Zac, what’s wrong?”
Zac snapped out of his thoughts, forcing his imitation down as he replied coldly, “Nothing”
Wendy didn’t press further. She gazed up at him with wide, teary eyes, looking utterly fragile. “Zac, is my hand ruined? Will I never be able to play plano again?”
Before she went abroad, Wendy had studied piano, attending a prestigious music academy overseas. Since retuming, she had built a following on a popular short–video platform, amassing over a million fans. She was practically an influencer now.
Hearing her say that, Zac’s expression softened slightly, a trace of sympathy flickering in his eyes. “No, the doctor said it’s just a surface wound. It didn’t damage any muscles or tendons. You’ll be fine in a few days.”
Wendy looked heartbroken, her voice trembling as if she were on the verge of tears “Really? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”
Zac reached out, ruffling her hair. “Of course not.”
She lifted her gaze to meet his, looking pitiful. “Zac, if–just if–my injury was worse and I could never play plano again… would you still forgive Charlotte?”
Zac’s dark eyes turned icy. “Even with your injury now, if she doesn’t apologize, I won’t forgive her. And if you really couldn’t play again, I’d make her pay for it.”
Tears shimmered in Wendy’s eyes as she rested her head against his shoulder, murmuring softly, “I knew you cared about me the most.
Zac held her close, but his mind wandered elsewhere–back to Charlotte.
Had he been too harsh when he told her he never
ver wanted to see her again?
But she was the one who hurt Wendy first. She was in the wrong!
Blocking him was just her way of waiting for him to come and make things right.
But this time, he wouldn’t.
Charlotte arrived at the hotel lobby, lifting her gaze to see Sean instantly,
Dressed in a fitted black shirt and tailored slacks, he exuded effortless elegance. His broad shoulders, tapered waist, and long legs only emphasized his striking good looks.
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His features were just as sharp and handsome as they had been
on three y
years ago. He was still ridiculously good–looking–almost unfairly so.
Standing beside him was a man in a sult, slightly shorter than Soan, who looked every bit the professional assistant.
The moment Sean spotted her, he quickly strode forward and took her suitcase from her hands. “Lottle, are you okay?”
Charlotte pressed her lips together, answering softly, “I’m fine.”
Sean’s assistant spoke respectfully. “Mr. Jasper, I’ll take my leave now
Scan nodded.
The penthouse suite of the five–star hotel was nothing short of hourous. It was spacious and elegantly furnished, offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline through its floor–to–ceiling windows.
“Lottie, do you want the upstairs room or the one down here?”
Sharing a suite with a man like him, so effortlessly handsome I felt unreal, made Charlotte a bit nervous.
“.. either is fine,” she stammered.
She thought she heard a quiet chuckle. Avoiding his gaze, she kept her eyes locked on the plush carpet beneath her feet.
His voice was low and smooth. “Then take the upstairs room. If you need anything, just call me.”
A faint, unmistakable flush crept onto her cheeks. “Olcay.”
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