Chapter 312

The drug was messing with his limbs, making them numb, but Charles Hart kept himself awake by digging his nails into his palm—pain was his only anchor right now. As for getting tangled up with another woman? That was impossible. The only person he could ever be with was Stella Johnson. "She’s almost here," Jade Owen chuckled, tipping her wine glass so that the red liquid trickled down Charles’s shirt collar deliberately. Leaning closer to his ear, her lipstick stained the old scar on his neck as she whispered, "Got something planned to explain this to her?" On the livestream, Stella’s fingers clenched so tightly around her phone it looked like she might smash it. She watched Jade unbutton Charles’s shirt and drag her nails flirtatiously down his collarbone. “Look, Charles,” Jade held up her phone, showing a live feed of Stella rushing into the hotel lobby, “She’s here to catch you red-handed.” She "accidentally" twisted her ankle and collapsed into his arms, her lips brushing his cheek