Chapter 305

"No!" Stella Johnson shoved him away, staggering back toward the window. "The elevator thing was just a panic attack, okay? I was scared, that’s it. It had nothing to do with feelings!" "Nothing to do with feelings?" Charles Hart let out a low laugh, bitter and almost mocking. "Then why did you tell Michael Anderson to be careful on his way home? Why didn’t you pull away when he almost hugged you? But with me? You can’t even be honest." She had cared about Michael—just as friends. But with Charles... What happened in the elevator—Charles had a point, but she didn’t want to admit it. She didn’t even want to talk about it. "You’re reading too much into it, Charles." She turned her back on him, her voice deliberately calm. "Right now, all I care about is figuring out the truth behind the virus. The rest... doesn’t matter." The rest didn’t matter? The very thing that meant everything to him—she just threw it aside like it was nothing. Charles felt that sharp sting inside, but he didn’t say