Charlotte couldn’t help but feel that Mrs. Jasper Sr.’s tone held a hint of impatience.
Was she seriously implying that if charlotte didn’t forgive Vivian, she would be the one in the wrong?
Charlotte was just about to speak when Sean cut in fest.
<b>“</b>Grandma,” his voice was calm but cold, “with all
<b>hall </b>due respect, whether she forgives her or not is Cudotte’s choice. No one has the right to pressure her.”
Mrs. Jasper St.’s expression darkened. “Sean, are you ming nw now?”
“I’m not,” Sean said evenly, his face unreadable. “I’m just asking you not to put her on the spot.
Seeing Sean stand up to his grandmother for her, Charlotte no longer hesitated. She gently squeezed his hand and said, “Alright, I forgive her.”
Sean caught the signal in her eyes and her soft touch<b>, </b><b>and </b>the sharpness in his expression <b>eased </b>slightly-
Viviansaw it all, and her jaw clenched so <b>tight </b>it nearly cracked.
Her nails dug into her <b>palms </b><b>as </b>she thought darkly, “Charlotte Riley. One day, I’ll make sure you disappear from this world,” she <b>silently </b><b>remarked</b>.
Later that night, Charlotte was jolted awake by the shrill ring of her phone.
Gruaning, she humbled under the pillow and squinted at the screen through heavy eyelids, without checking the number, she sleepily hit e
Ast of lood<b>, </b>chaotic <b>bar </b>noise erupted from the speaker, making her wince and hold the phone way
<b>“</b>What the hell…she muttered, already annoyed “Who is this?”
There was to response.
Say something!
There was still no answer. Just loud, chaotic <b>background </b>noise.
Charlotte forced her heavy eyes open and nced <b>at </b>the caller ID.
Unknown mumber
“Zar Gibson?” <b>she </b>stapped<b>, </b><b>her </b>voice sharp with initation.
Fully, <b>there </b><b>was </b>a response,
Zac’s voice came through–raspy, slurred<b>, </b>diendied in alcohol “<b>Charlotte</b>, it hurts so much. Why won’t you even look at me? I really love <b>you</b><b>. </b>Please, just, just look at me<b>, </b>once. I’m so much pain…”
That did it
Charlotte’s patience snapped like <b>a </b>rubber <b>band </b>
She already had trouble falling <b>asleep</b>. It had taken her <b>forever </b>to drift off<b>, </b>and she had finally been having a nice dream. Now, thanks to <b>Zac </b>and <b>his </b>drunk dialing, Ut
<b>And </b>she had work in r inseming
a fury bubbling inside her wouldn’t let her.
She nearly hung up then and that but the <b>i </b>
If she didn’t give him a piece of her mind toniglu, she would never get any <b>prace </b>
*Zat, ate you out of your damu mand? If you’re in so ulipain, go <b>die </b><b>already</b>. Don’t drag me <b>juro </b><b>your </b>drama to jump ott a bridge <b>or </b>check into a <b>psych </b>ward- <b>just </b>stopcalling the T’in sick of your crap t?t lou<b>!</b>”
Zac didn’t seem the least but fated intact, Jur even let out a dazedugh
“Maybe I trally ametary,” lie manured. “<b>Because </b><b>all </b>i cangilink abusit <b>is </b><b>you</b><b>. </b>I can’t even pletuse anything else. <b>And </b>yeah.. I wanna die. But it I die, I won’t see
“You’re insane!” Charlotte yelled and hung up. She nted herpbosetace down, hit the mute <b>switch</b>, and pulled the <b>covers </b>back over her head.
At the ban, Zat waspletely wasted, slumped in a booth with two overly made–up women pressing into bus from both sides.
“Bally, you’re drunk,” one of them patred, stroking hitched “Let me <b>take </b>care of you tonight…..”
The other leaned in, her valce ayudy–aweed. “Ward somepany, handsome? I’ll make you feel so much better
That was when Wendy stored in and saw the <b>per </b>
“Get the hell away from him!” she shouted, livid. “All of you get lost! Don’t you dare touch my man!”
The two womenbolted like scared cats, scrambling to get out of her way
Wendy red down at Zac, who waspletely out of it. She gutted her teeth, took a deep breath, and half–dragged him out of the bar.