Chapter <b>153 </b>
Sean stood with his back to her, his tall figure sharp and rigid, a silhouette of cold indifference
As Judy sobbed, pouring out the horror of her suffering, his expression remainedpletely unchanged,
“I told myself every <b>day </b>that I had to keep going.” body choked out between sobs. “I had to stay alive, to escape that nightmare. Because if I died, I’d never see you
sean, please… please stay with me. I’m losing my mind. Every time I close my eyes, I see them viting me again. The pain in my heart is a thousand times worse
than any bruise.”
Her voice broke, gasping <b>for </b><b>air </b>between cries. <b>“</b>Just talk to me, please? Even if you just yell at me. Don’t <b>go</b>, don’t leave me. I just… I just wanted to see you You’re the only light in my life!TM
Being someone’s only hope, the single light in their world, would have moved almost any man.
But Sean felt nothing
Not even a ripple of sympathy.
He didn’t even care enough to spare her a nce.
|Without another moment’s pause, he tumed and walked away.
Jody watched his cold, unwielding back <b>disappear</b>. Whatever faint hope she had in her eyes was gone, sauffed outpletely.
Outside the basement, Sean tumed to his bodyguard. “Get her <b>to </b>talk. Make her give us something useful.”
Sympathy? Compassion?
Maybe Sean had some.
But he would never waste it on someone who tried to burt Charlotte.
A little over a month ago<b>, </b><b>Judy </b><b>had </b>nearly kailed <b>her</b>.
Anyone who dared harm Charlotte had to pay the price.
Leaving the base, Sean nced at his watch. It was ten o’clock
His Lottle would be waking up soon, probably feeling hungry.
After being thoroughly wom out by Seanst night, Charlotte slept soundly. By the time she woke up, it was already noon.
The curtains were half–drawn, and sunlight streamed through the ss, casting a soft golden glow over the pale blueforter at the foot of the bed.
Toy specks of dust floated <b>gently </b>in the light<b>, </b>malding the air seem almost magical,
As soon as she opened her eyes, the warm, delicious aroma of freshly cooked food drifted into the room.
Dressed in her cute beat–print pajamas, her hair tousled, Charlotte climbed out of bed, eyes half–closed, and followed the smell.
In the <b>dining </b>room, the table <b>was </b>already set with three <b>tes </b>of <b>food </b>and two slices of buttered toast
The sotan of the kitchen cange hood droned in the background.
Charlotte rabbed her sleepy <b>eyes </b>and peeked <b>into </b>the kitchen
can Jasper, wearing an apron, walked out <b>carrying </b>a bowl of creamy chicken soup.
“You’re awake?” he smiled, cing the soup on the table.
“Hungry? Go wastrup Lunch is ready.”
still wearing his apron, he <b>looked </b>like the perfect, caring partner.
Curlotte, her voice still soft and drowsy from sleep, stared at him in surprise. “You’re still here?”
And not just liete, be lud even made a full meal.
Sean <b>took </b>off the apron, his smile gentle. “Figured you’d wake up hungry, so I went out and <b>grabbed </b>some groceries to make you lunch.”
Charlotte nabbed her eyes again, her sleepy voice sweet and a little raspy, making <b>her </b>sound even more adorable “so domestic<b>” </b>
“Goly for you.” Sean’s eyes wete filled with a waste, onending tenderness.