hapter 192
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Anna sighed, rubbing her forehead. “It you keep this up, she’ll only hate you more. <b>No </b>one <b>is </b>attracted in so
someone so extreme.
fall back down, his expression dull, “she told me so herself. She said I shouldn’t do something like <b>that </b>again. Doesn’t that mean
“You’re right.” Zaclet his <b>sleeve </b><b>tal </b>she still cares <b>about </b>me?”
But Anna didn’t follow his line of thinking. With just a few words, she skillfully shifted the conversation, gulding Zar’s thoughts in another direction.
Patiently:
fly <b>and </b>gently, she led him through a therapy session.
The sessionsted nearly four hours.
At the end of the session, Annaottered her advice sincerely.
She crested that Zac slowly start distancing himself from this rtionship–from the person who upied his heart and mind,
<b>“</b><b>You </b>need to shift your focus in life,” she told him. “<b>Stop </b>centering everything around her.”
Zac seemed to be listening. He even <b>nodded </b>slightly as he lett, as if he understood.
But in reality, he hadn’t heard a word she said.
“Distance myself from Charlotte? That’s impossible,” he thought.
That night, Zac couldn’t sleep.
He still lived in the apartment next to Charlotte’s old ce, but she was gone now.
Silence filled the night
Zacy on his bed, the room shrouded in darkness.
With his eyes closed, Charlotte’s face shed through his mind again and again.
But suddenly, another face forced its way into his thoughts a man’s face.
It was Sean Jasper<b>. </b>
Zac’s mind conjured an image of Sean smiling smugly, cupping Charlotte’s face, and leaning in for a passionate kiss.
“No! stop it!” Zac shouted, his voice breaking the stillness. “Don’t touch her! Get away from her!”
Alour in the pitch–ck room, he screamed like a madman.
Over and <b>over</b>, be tortured himself with visions of Sean and Charlotte together, sweetlywrapped in each <b>other’s </b>anns, even wildly lost in each other’s passion “No Charlotte..please, <b>no</b><b>.. </b>Zac curled up on the bed, <b>his </b>muffled sobs filling the dark silence.
<b>Zac</b>, a grown man over six feet tall, was now curled up in a ball, sobbing uncontrobly.
Curlotte woke up from her <b>nap</b>, feeling a bit hungry.
Just as she stretched, the doorbell rang.
She brushed her hair a few times, slipped into a cream–colored fur coat<b>, </b><b>and </b>shuffled to the door in her fluffy slippers.
“Hello, Miss Riley. I’m the cook Mr. Sean Jasper hired <b>for </b>you.”
Cutside <b>stood </b>a kind–looking woman in her fifties, wearing a wann ck quilted jacket.
Charlotte passed “<b>Please </b>wait a moment. I’ll need to click!
After all<b>, </b>she couldn’t past let a stranger into her home,
“Of coume! <b>No </b>problem to lead <b>and </b>an M–Jasper I’ll wait right here, the woman <b>said </b>cheerfully.
Charlotte dialed Sean’s number
*Did you hire a cook for <b>me</b><b>?</b>”
“Yes She’s Mrs. Wilson’s <b>daughter</b>–inw Mrs. Wilson is too old toe herself, but her daughter–inw learned all her recipes. I specifically <b>asked </b>her to cook for you Higurd you’d like holding ”
Charlotte froze for a moment.
Be pemembered Mis Wilson. She was Sullivan family’s old housekeeper
Her mother, Sue, had leamed how to cook from Mrs. Wilson
<b>Sean </b>had even taken her to visit Mrs Wilson before. She had met Mrs. Wilson and her son, but his wife hadn’t been home that <b>day</b>.
Charlotte hadn’t expected Sean to be so thoughtful–actually hiring Mys. Wilson’s daughter–inw best to cook for her.
Girls always notice the little things.
Wannth spread through her chest, soft and sweet, like a cloud of cotton candy.
“<b>Got </b>it. Thanks, Sean