Chapter 162

Charles's knuckles turned bone-white. About twenty meters away, Dr. Reed had practically wrapped himself around Stella, showing her how to swing, hand over hand. The sight was like a needle to his eye. "Charles, your turn," Grace's sugary voice chimed in beside him, her scarlet-painted nails tightening around his arm. "The photographer's snapping your good side." His jaw clenched sharply. Of course he hadn't forgotten the agreement with the Carter family—they were here to shoot some 'loving couple' content for a business promo. But at that moment, every ounce of his attention had drifted toward Stella and Dr. Reed. Noah leaned in to whisper something in Stella's ear, making her cover her mouth and giggle. That smile was almost blinding. "I'll be right back," Charles said, shaking Grace's hand off and striding in their direction. "Charles!" Grace hissed under her breath, "Clause three of the contract—no weird behavior in public!" That stopped him cold. He sucked in a breath, the fire in