When Ynda returned to Moonbay Estate, she didn’t ask when Charles would be home. She ate alone at the
table.
After just a few bites, Charles came back.
She couldn’t help but wonder if it was just her imagination, buttely, he seemed <i>to </i>be traveling less and less.
‘Where are Sophie Sutton and Vivian?‘ she wondered.
She frowned, but when she looked up, her expression had already softened into a sweet smile.
“Honey, you’re home so early tonight? How’s your mom doing?” she asked.
Charles handed his coat to the servant and replied tly, “I thought you didn’t care about her.”
She didn’t, but she had to put on a show.
Charles nced at the table loaded with food, lowered his eyes, and sat down beside her. “You don’t wait for me to eat anymore?”
Back then, no matter howte he came home, Ynda would always foolishly wait up for him.
Sometimes, he’d be out with his mistresses, having so much fun he’d forget all about home–and her. He wouldn’t even bother to call. When he finally dragged himself back in the morning to wash up, he’d always find her curled up alone on the couch. The servants would say she’d waited until midnight, refusing to eat a single bite by herself.
Charles never felt guilty about it. He never asked Ynda to wait–it was all her own doing.
When ites <i>to </i>love, the one who cares more is always the one who gets hurt.
Somehow, Ynda had stopped waiting up for him.
She actually seemed morefortable just being home by herself.
That thought unsettled him.
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He gripped her chin, making her look at him. “You can eat even when your husband isn’t home?”
Ynda had no idea what was up with him. She just smiled and served him some food. “You haven’t eaten yet, right? Eat up.”
Charles lowered his eyes and ate the piece of meat she’d given him.
Ynda asked the servant to bring another te and fork, but she passed her used fork to Charles and took a
fresh one for herself.
Charles couldn’t shake the feeling that she was somehow put off by him.
‘How could Ynda possibly be put off by me?‘ he thought.
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They’d been married for two years, but they barely slept together. Every time, she had to quietly ask if he wanted to, and only then would he agree<b>. </b>
Ynda was always reserved about this kind of thing, too shy to make the first move. The only time you’d see any real emotion on her face was when she finally managed to ask.
Once every two months, like clockwork.
Now, though, it’s been almost three months–and she hasn’t said a word.
He took a few bites and then stopped.
Ynda sat beside him, her head down, attention glued to her phone as she quietly messaged someone.
He was hardly ever home, but whenever he was, she always sat quietly beside him, never making a fuss.
Charles frowned, turned to see her still messaging, and asked, unable to hold back, “Who are you chatting with?”
Without even looking up, she replied, “Megan Carter. You’ve met her before, right? She’s pregnant, and her husband’s totally unreliable. I’m just worried about her.”
He took her phone and nced at the screen. Sure enough, it was Megan Carter.
He didn’t even know why he was doing it.
Ynda finally looked up at him, smiling as she slipped her arm around his.
“Babe, can you make me president of Starlight Entertainment?” she asked with a sweet smile.
To Charles, Starlight Entertainment was just a tiny piece of his whole business.
He didn’t really care about it, but parachuting someone in like that would definitely piss off the people over there.
Business stuff just wasn’t Ynda’s thing.
She was better off staying at home, looking pretty and keeping quiet.
He stayed silent, but she tugged at his sleeve, her voice sweet and coaxing. “Can’t you let me? Your family’s business empire is massive, and Starlight Entertainment is just a small part of it. My studio hasn’t really taken off yet, so let me work there for a while. I want to pick out a few promising talents<b>.” </b>
He found her request amusing and kept his tone soft. If you didn’t know better, you’d think they were the perfect couple.
“You want to steal my talent away?” he said.
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She lowered her eyes and pressed her lips together. “I heard some gossip that the higher–ups at Starlight Entertainment have been giving the talent a really hard time.”
“Trying to be the savior now?” he teased.
Ynda hated the way he acted so above it all, like nothing ever touched him and everyone else was just
beneath his notice.
She stood up, about to head upstairs, but Charles grabbed her and pulled her right back into his arms. “Well, look at you–finally got some attitude. Who’s been teaching you to talk back?”
Her heart gave a little jump, and she turned her gaze away. “I can’t always be the way I was before. You never liked that, did you?”
Charles raised an eyebrow, keeping her pressed against him. For the first time in ages, he actually felt that old urge stirring inside.
“Honestly, I like you better this way,” he murmured.
Ynda felt a little sour inside. Charles’s sweet talk could melt any woman, not just her.
With a face and background like his, who could me her for falling so hard? It was just too easy to think it
was love.
Charles loosened his tie and cupped her face, leaning in for a kiss, but she turned her head away.
His expression darkened, and he wrapped his arm around her waist. “You in a bad moodtely?”
Actually, she’d just been texting Sophie Sutton. With Charlesing home so often these days, she really didn’t want him hovering over her all the time.
If Charles ever caught wind of Ian Foster, she couldn’t even imagine what he’d do to her.
A golden boy like him could never tolerate betrayal–he’d ruin her without a second thought.
“Yeah, it’s that time of the month,” she said.
Charles never bothered to keep track of her cycle. Even if she used that excuse three times a month, he’d never notice.
Right then, his phone buzzed–it was Sophie Sutton, calling toin that she’d hurt her hand and it was killing her.
Charles was already irritated and needed an outlet. If his wife wasn’t interested, he’d just turn to someone else.
He got up, falling back on his usual excuse. “I’ve got some work to do at the office.”
He leaned in and nipped at her lips. “Finish eating and get some rest. Don’t stay upte when it’s that time of
the month.”
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She hummed in response.
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Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed he was actually wearing that watch. He’d swapped out the old strap for a new one since the original didn’t fit.
Charles took a few steps, then suddenly turned back. “I’m off to workte at the office. You know, you could’ve just acted cute and made me stay.”
Ynda turned back to the table, her face nk. “Go focus on your work. As your wife, I wouldn’t want to be a burden to you.”
Charles’s expression darkened.
Later that night, even as he tried to lose himself with Sophie Sutton, nothing felt right–no matter what he did, there was this lingering difort he just couldn’t shake.
Ynda’s words stuck with him, pricking at his mind like a thorn.
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