Chapter 871

The next second, before Marsha could react, she found herself pinned against the wall by Charles. Their bodies were so close that their breaths tangled together, the air between them thick with tension. Marsha stared at him, her voice low. "What are you doing?" She tried to push him away, but he didn't budge. Charles lowered his head, his eyes locked on hers. "Why don't we get together?" Marsha was speechless. Even though they had once crossed that line physically, they had been keeping their distance since then. And now, out of nowhere, he wanted to be with her? She frowned and stared at him. Her hands, still resting against his chest, slowly dropped. She leaned back against the wall, looked him in the eye, and smirked. "Why? Still hooked on that one night?" She couldn't think of any other reason. Charles stiffened, clenching his jaw. "You think I'm that shallow?" It wasn't just that night. It was this woman. Something about her just pulled him in. But if he said that out loud