After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 115

Chapter 115

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Yolanda’s tight workout clothes showed off every curve to perfection, her waist-to-hip rawas simply unreal,

and the way her hips dipped and swayed could make anyone's pulse skyrocket after just one look.

lan caught her firmly by the waist, his fingers gripping her with unmistakable intent.

Yolanda jerked her head away, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “Quit fooling around.”

He lowered his gaze, quietly watching her stubborn profile-her chin lifted, refusing to back down, clearly a bit

ticked off.

“You called Charles to go hiking but didn’t invite me. Are you guys back together?” lan’s voice was low, edged

with obsessive jealousy.

His grip on her waist turned almost possessive, tightening so much it felt like he might snap her in two as he

spoke.

Yolanda glanced at the clock on the wall, then pushed him away again.

lan looked hurt, burying his face against her neck. “Not stringingalong anymore?”

“Who's stringing you along?” Yolanda shot back, her voice sharp.

lan swallowed hard, his lips tightening in frustration. He just couldn't handle how Yolanda suddenly seemed so

close to Charles.

His eyes rimmed red as he jumped to his feet. “Fine, go ahead and be with him if that’s what you want.”

Saying nothing more, he threw on his mask and walked out.

“Yolanda couldn't figure it out at all.” she thought, ‘All | did was go hiking with Charles-why is lan losing his mind

over this?”

She brushed off her lips, then quickly grabbed a cab and left.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, sounding a bit confused. “Is the car behind us your friend? Looks like

they've been tailing us for a while.”

Yolanda breathed a quiet sigh of relief~-someone from the Andrade family really did show up.

“Nah, probably just sfolks out for a night hike,” she answered, acting casual.

The driver dropped it after that.

There weren't a lot of people hiking at night. Yolanda had already checked with Jack about which trail Charles

was taking, so she just followed his route.

She wasn’t worried about getting separated-none of the trails had any forks, so she knew she wouldn't end up

losing Charles along the way.

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After half an hour of walking, she caught footsteps closing in behind her. Right then, her cheap plastic locator

beeped, showing she was within twenty meters of Charles.

She glanced forward and hurriedly started running.

This stretch of road was deserted, with only a few scattered streetlights casting dim pools of light.

Even in this sparse lighting, Charles was all dangerous allure-he had that bad boy vibe going for him, and

somehow even those hastily bought gym clothes now looked downright stylish and suave on him.

Yolanda heard the footsteps behind her speeding up. With a quick glance, she caught sight of seven or eight men

closing in-no mistake about it, the Andrade family was truly out for blood tonight.

She hurried forward and grabbed Charles’s hand without hesitation. “Found you.”

Charles pulled her in by the waist and kissed her on the cheek. “Impressive.”

Just as Yolanda was about to speak, the clubs ccrashing down-the men were attacking head-on, not holding

back at all.

Charles reacted in a heartbeat, yanking her behind him and sending one of the thugs flying with a quick, brutal

kick.

He was the heir of the Sinclair family; after surviving countless assassination attempts, his combat skills were

dangerous as hell.

These guys didn’t have a clue who Charles was, and they all looked ready to kill.

“F*ck off, you pretty boy! Hand over that woman-now!” one of them spat, eyes full of hate.

Charles shot them a cold, predatory look, then turned and asked Yolanda softly, “Do you know any of these

bastards?”

Fear flickered across Yolanda’s face. She shook her head slowly.

“Stay back,” Charles said in a low, protective tone.

Seeing that Charles refused to back down, the seven men started swinging their steel pipes at him without

hesitation.

Yolanda had never witnessed Charles like this before. In the past, all those punks and troublemakers were dealt

with by his own men-this was the first tshe'd actually seen him handle things himself.

He was brutal and deadly, striking without hesitation and not uttering a single word to the enemies.

He grabbed a steel pipe right out of one thug’s grip and drove a powerful kick straight into the guy’s stomach.

Most of the thugs were already on the ground, but just when it seemed clear, one guy whipped out a knife.

“Watch out!” Yolanda yelled.

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Charles couldn't dodge in time-the blade plunged straight into his shoulder.

The thugs picked themselves up, now attacking with even more reckless abandon.

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Yolanda rushed forward, snatched a steel pipe off the ground to parry a blow, then threw herself in front of

Charles, determined to protect him.

The blade slashed her arm, but Charles seized the moment, delivering a swift, savage kick that sent the attacker

sprawling.

Seeing they were no match, the thugs stumbled back, hurling curses as they scrambled away.

Yolanda clutched her arm, her face pale.

Charles squatted down in front of her, his voice light and caring. “Con, get up here.”

“My legs are fine, you know,” she muttered in protest.

“Quit acting tough,” he shot back, sounding a little exasperated.

Reluctantly, she climbed onto his back.

Jack was waiting outside. When he saw them both hurt, he was shocked but quickly rushed them to the hospital.

Yolanda ended up with eighteen stitches in her arm, while Charles's shoulder wound wasn’t too deep-just a bit of

ointment and he’d be fine.

Charles glanced at Jack, his gaze steady and voice cutting through the air. “Hunt those bastards down and get to

the bottom of this. | want everything uncovered.”

Yolanda heard him and let her lashes fall, eyes drifting shut from exhaustion and complicated emotions.

‘Dragging trouble to someone else’s door-guess that’s exactly what he cfor tonight, she thought.

Charles was way too proud to ever ditch her in a moment like that-and with this mess landing right in his lap,

there's no way he wasn’t getting to the bottom of it.

The Andrade family didn’t even need to get fancy to cafter her. They'd be careless, leaving a mess of clues

behind. All she had to do was sit tight and wait.

Eyes closed, deep in thought, Yolanda suddenly sensed someone’s gaze on her.

She looked up, her eyes meeting Charles's.

Charles reached over and gave her cheek a playful pinch, smugly thinking to himself, ‘She's totally head over

heels for me.

On the way back to the hotel, Yolanda wasn’t sure if she was imagining things, but Charles gently held her

injured arm and even blew softly over her wound, like he was trying to soothe away the pain.

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His warm breath landed on her skin, but it barely registered-Yolanda just tilted her head and pretended to be

completely worn out, hoping he wouldn't notice how awkward she felt.

When they finally made it back to the hotel, they bumped into Vivian in the elevator-talk about bad timing.

Vivian spotted Yolanda first, surprise flashing in her eyes. She started to say something, but Yolanda jumped in,

all casual: “Ms. Andrade, what's the matter-counting sheep tonight?”

Vivian's lips thinned as she glanced at Charles, swallowing back whatever she'd wanted to say, the awkward

silence stretching between them.

Vivian was getting anxious. ‘Seriously, what gives? Yolanda’s still in one piece after | sent seven guys out?’ she

grumbled to herself.

Her eyes shot straight to Charles's shoulder, going wide with shock before narrowing suspiciously. “How did you

end up

up hurt?”

Charles didn’t even bother answering.

As soon as the elevator doors slid open, Charles took hold of Yolanda’s uninjured hand and led her straight out,

heading quietly back to their room without another word.

Standing there by herself, Vivian's face alternated between pale and livid, then back again-she looked downright

awful.

Yolanda grabbed her pajamas and was about to head for the bathroom when Charles pulled her back in a quick,

possessive motion. He pressed a kiss to her neck and murmured against her skin, “Does it still hurt?”

She shoved him away and clutched her pajamas, determined to head inside. Worried about pulling at her injury,

Charles didn’t reach for her again and just let her go.

Yolanda was careful not to get her stitches wet in the shower. By the tshe got back to bed, Jack called to let

her know they'd already tracked down where those guys were staying.

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