Chapter 22

Half a month passed, and Charles became even busier. I knew he was doing it all for my sake. I began planning how and when to deliver a fatal blow to the Moore family. But one night, after my injuries had finally healed, he took me to a banquet. It was held at an estate, with all of Grouchester's upper crust in attendance. As I stepped into the venue as Charles' companion, the other women looked on with envy. "That's the woman Charles is crazy about. He dotes on her like she's everything." "Charles used to treat Lilith that way. She's so lucky." "No, they're different. Lilith didn't know how to treasure Charles, so she deserved to lose him." … While people whispered around us, fireworks lit up the sky. In the middle of the bursts, words appeared—Shayla Locklear, marry me. Charles wore a suit and looked heartbreakingly handsome. Holding a massive bouquet, he walked toward me in front of everyone. "Shay, will you marry me?" His warm smile outshone the falling snow. He took o