Chapter 7

Charlotte had nothing to say to Brian. She stared at him calmly and said, "I have nothing else to say to you, Mr. Norman. Or are you hoping for a friendly catch-up? That would be a joke. After all, we have been divorced for six years. I have nothing to reminisce about with my ex-husband." Brian's chest heaved with fury as she repeatedly addressed him as Mr. Norman. "Nothing to say, huh? Maybe you don't, but I do. Charlotte, have you forgotten what you did? You filed for divorce without so much as a word and disappeared. "And then, you pulled that stunt to get back at me. I never thought you would be so cruel to abandon me and our child! Now, you're here saying you have nothing to say to me?" he retorted. Charlotte froze, stunned by the accusations. She stared at him in disbelief. "I abandoned my husband and child?" What the hell was he talking about? If she remembered correctly, he had said it didn't matter who he married. After that, he had even sent his mother to deliver the divorce papers. And as for abandoning a child? That was even more ridiculous. Of the two babies she had carried, one had died, and the other had been with her ever since. When had she ever abandoned anything? Besides, he had never even known she was pregnant. After some thought, Charlotte snorted. "Brian, are you out of your mind? Wasn't the divorce your idea? And now you have the nerve to blame me? "Besides, so what even if I had been the one to suggest it first? I was your wife, yet you left me alone for months at a time. Honestly, it was no different from being a widow. "And you said it yourself, right? It didn't matter who your wife was. Since that was how you felt, divorce was the best choice for both of us. We should both be happy." Charlotte spoke very bitterly—talking about the past had stirred up a wave of emotions in her. She shoved hard against his chest, trying to push him away. "Why don't you get lost already!" she snapped. Brian did not move an inch. If anything, her words seemed to provoke him even more. His gaze darkened, and he laughed mockingly. "No different from being a widow, huh? I had no idea you were so lonely back then. But if I remember correctly, you seemed pretty satisfied every time we finished. You're always clinging onto me afterward and begging for more," he sneered. Charlotte had not expected him to bring that up. Furious and humiliated, she snapped, "Shut up! I was not satisfied! You were just average!" Brian's expression turned stone cold in an instant. "What did you just say?" he growled, glaring at her. Charlotte replied sarcastically without care, "I said you were just average. Nothing impressive." It was a blatant insult, no different from telling a man he was utterly useless. The insult cut deep for someone like Brian, who was extremely proud. His expression turned icy, and his dark eyes blazed with a fury so strong it seemed as if he might kill her on the spot. "Just average, huh? Charlotte. Since you are so unimpressed, maybe I should take this opportunity to prove you wrong," he threatened. With that, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the stairwell. Then, he yanked her into an elevator. It was only then that Charlotte realized how bad things had gotten. She reached out, trying to press the elevator buttons, but his grip on her wrist tightened. Charlotte stared at Brian in disbelief. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Brian, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?" Brian let out a cold laugh. "Where else? We are getting a room," he said casually as if discussing the weather. Charlotte stared at him, utterly stunned. He was insane if he wanted to get a room with her. She merely made a comment, and he responded by taking her to get a room. He must have completely lost his mind. "I'm not going! Let me go, or I'll scream!" Charlotte struggled against him. She assumed that Brian would not risk being humiliated. However, Brian merely chuckled and said, "Go ahead. This entire club belongs to Norman Group. You think anyone here is going to help you?" The elevator dinged and stopped on one of the upper floors as he spoke. Ignoring her frantic struggle, Brian dragged her out. They fought all the way to a luxurious suite, where he kicked the door shut behind them. Then, he pinned her against the door. Panic surged through Charlotte. She could tell he wasn't bluffing. "Brian… Please, calm down. We can talk about this!" she stammered. Brian gripped her wrist with one hand while the other unbuttoned his clothes. He gritted his teeth and sneered, "What the hell is there left to talk about with my ex-wife? I'd rather get straight to the point." With that, he inched closer and crushed his lips against hers. Charlotte froze, and her mind went blank with shock. She couldn't believe Brian would kiss her. She thrashed against him, struggling fiercely. "Let me go!" How could this bastard treat her like this? But before she could get a word of protest out, he sealed her lips again. The kiss was punishing and furious, with not a shred of tenderness. Charlotte whimpered in pain as his teeth grazed her lips, and she struggled harder against him. However, he only tightened his grip around her waist, pinning both of her hands above her head against the door. She was no match for his strength. His presence completely overwhelmed her, flooding every one of her senses. His mouth devoured hers relentlessly. To her horror, Charlotte realized her body was starting to go weak under him.