After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 112

The balcony wasn't really secluded-sure, there was a door, but it was just closed at the moment.

Hardly anyone ever cout here.

Charles was the kind of man who kept his distance, proud and untouchable. Taking the initiative in bed just

wasn't his style-sharing a kiss was about as much as he’d ever offer a woman. Anything beyond that? Forget it.

He flicked the ash from his cigarette, not even a hint of interest in his eyes tonight.

Vivian looked embarrassed, slowly rising to her feet. “Is it about work? Or is it those uncles of yours...?”

Charles’ brow furrowed a little, his patience clearly running thin. “Don’t you realize how annoying you are?”

Vivian's face went pale as a ghost, so humiliated she couldn't even lift her head. She was older than Charles, and

she'd been crushing on him for ages.

But Charles was way too proud; trying to get him to bow his head was harder than climbing Everest.

She'd confessed once before, but he'd shot her down-not because of her, but because her uncle played dirty.

Being with her would've just stained his reputation.

She bit her lip, her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“Charles, you're scared I'll ruin your place in the Sinclair family, aren't you? I've been acting like we don’t even

know each other for years, just to keep your reputation safe. But now we've slept together, and this is how you

treat me? | always thought you’d dump Yolanda and get a divorce-she’s not worthy of you.”

Charles hardly ever lost his cool, but now he let out a mocking laugh and crushed his cigarette. “It's nothing but

a fling, Ms. Andrade. | told you already-I'm not getting a divorce. Yolanda is far more suitable to be my wife than

you-at least she doesn’t go around trying to stake her claim or start pointless .”

Vivian felt as if her whole world was tilting. ‘So he’s blamingfor making it so obvious at the mahjong table

tonight, she thought, biting back the humiliation.

He lit up another cigarette, his gaze still gentle on the surface, but his words were ice-cold. “If Yolanda wasn’t so

naive, do you really think she wouldn't have caught on by now?”

Vivian forced a bitter smile and tried to move in for a hug. “It’s on me. | promise | won't mess up like this next

time.”

Charles could be gentle and charming when he wanted, but when he shut down, it was like dealing with a total

stranger.

He took a long drag of his cigarette, blowing out a perfect smoke ring. “From now on, let's keep it strictly

business.”

It's not like he was running short on lovers anyway.

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A glint of fierceness flashed in Vivian's eyes. She'd humbled herself this much already, and yet Charles was still

treating her like she was nothing. ‘Why is he always this way?‘ Vivian thought bitterly.

After all these years of knowing each other, if Yolanda hadn't cin and thrown a wrench into everything,

she'd have had Charles wrapped around her finger by now.

Vivian was shaking all over from anger, but all she could do was stare helplessly as he walked away.

Vivian kicked the balcony door with all her might, her chest trembling with rage and frustration. She couldn't

wait a second longer-right now, she just wanted to end Yolanda for good. ‘If | could get my hands on her, I'd

make sure she never stood in my way again,’ Vivian thought furiously.

When Charles got back to the room, he saw Yolanda already fast asleep, and his chest tightened again.

He yanked the blanket off her and nudged her roughly. “Wake up.”

Yolanda blinked awake, rubbing her eyes as she looked up at him. “What's going on?”

Charles jerked her toward him, scrubbing at her lips with his thumb, rough enough that she almost started

bleeding.

Yolanda frowned, confused and hurting. One moment she'd been sound asleep, now she was wide awake with

her lips smarting from his rough treatment.

Charles locked eyes with her, his gaze blazing. “Do you even know how to use these?”

Yolanda finally got what he meant and lay back down, clutching the blanket protectively around herself. “I don’t

know how to do that. Never learned.”

She honestly had never tried anything like that for someone before.

And in the few, pitifully rare times she’d been intimate with Charles, he was always blunt about what he wanted-

no beating around the bush, just straight to the point.

Charles stood there for a moment, watching as she turned away-then all that pent-up frustration inside him just

faded. He reached out and pulled her close from behind.

“Yolanda, maybe you ought to take a few pointers from other women,” he said with a teasing edge in his voice.

‘Not like you-back then, you'd get all flustered just from a kiss, Charles thought, the memory bringing a faint

smile to his lips.

Yolanda kept her eyes shut, wondering if he was actually crazy.

She gave a couple of half-hearted replies, then heard him add, “Letknow when you figure it out.”

She threw out another indifferent “mmhmm,” not taking it seriously at all.

Charles smiled to himself, pulling her into his arms. A sigh escaped him-equal parts helplessness and

affection.

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The next morning, Yolanda woke up to find Charles nowhere in sight.

As usual, she checked in with Blake about the latest updates. When she heard that Renee and her companion

had already checked into the hotel, her spirits soared.

Yolanda felt absolutely zero guilt about what she was putting Renee through. As far as she was concerned, Renee

totally had it coming.

lan was off shooting his scenes, leaving her alone in the hotel. With nothing better to do, she just headed

downstairs, planning to swing by the nearby set.

Whenever she dropped by the set, she always disguised herself-hat, sunglasses, you nit.

Just as she was about to walk into the pop-up makeup station, she caught Raelyn’s voice cutting through the air.

“You sure you won't regret this? Do you even know what getting mixed up withmeans?”

lan stood tall, his long legs lean and powerful, his silhouette clean and sharp-so well-defined it was almost like a

blade.

For the shoot, he’d gone all out-bright red hair and three ruby earrings made his whole look bold and flashy.

He looked so good, people would absolutely stop and stare if he walked down the street like this.

He had a can of Coke in his hand, set to be his prop for the upcoming scene.

Raelyn had been messaging him non-stop lately, always trying to get his attention. At first, lan was nice about it,

but now he was really starting to lose patience.

“Raelyn, I've already turned you down more than ten times,” lan said flatly.

Raelyn bit her lip, irritation flickering in her eyes. Sure, she’d been shut down tafter time, but deep down,

she refused to give up.

“lan, you broke or what? | checked up on your mom at the hospital-word is, she’s in pretty rough shape.”

Raelyn’s tone was sharp, almost taunting, like she was daring him to deny it.

In the next moment, lan’s whole face twisted into a snarl as he clamped his hand around her throat. His eyes

were ice-cold and merciless. “Do you seriously have a death wish?”

Raelyn struggled for breath, chest burning as if he was sucking the very life out of her lungs.

Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, a vicious red mark blooming on her neck right where his fingers

bit in.

Yolanda, her hat and mask pulled low to hide her face, hurried in and grabbed lan’s arm. “Calm down!”

lan’s hand loosened immediately. When he saw her, he looked a bit lost for a moment. “Ms. Gilbert.”

He still remembered their deal-on set, he had to stick to calling her Ms. Gilbert.

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Raelyn staggered backward, fear written all over her face. She rubbed her neck, her fingers shaking

uncontrollably.

Her voice quivered as she shot back, “Just you

wait.”

With that, she hurried out of the room.

Yolanda glanced at lan, his bold red hair making him impossible to miss.

He lowered his gaze, his arms rigid with tension. “Did | get you into trouble?”

His mother was his bottom line-messing with her was unforgivable.

Yolanda gave his hand a reassuring pat, signaling for him to relax.

lan pressed his lips into a thin line, then guided her hand to his earring. “Pretty cool, huh?”

The sparkle was so intense, it was like his earrings lit up the entire room.

Yolanda gave

his earring a gentle squeeze, and lan let out a playful hiss. “I'm getting my tongue pierced in a couple days.”

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