Chapter 527: Apologize

Charles’s POV:

I was sitting in my car, inhaling deeply on a cigarette to calm my nerves.

A few moments later, I put my hand out of the window and flicked the cigarette ash, which scattered in
the air.

The intimacy between Caroline and me had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And now, there seemed to be an insurmountable gap between us.

Richard showed me a video and informed me, "Nevaeh has contacted the media and clarified
everything as soon as she arrived in Los Angeles."

In the video, Nevaeh explained the complete timeline with evidence.

According to her, she just went to my room to change her clothes.

Nobody was in the room at that time as I was in the coffee shop of the hotel, talking business with
Zane.

Apparently, she could not wait for the hotel to send her a clean set of clothes.

So, to save time, she decided to wear my clothes instead.

A sneer tugged at the corners of my mouth as I looked at the outrageous news on the Internet.

"I’m impressed.She indeed knows how to advance by retreating," I mumbled.

I was on the plane back to Los Angeles when the rumor about me and Nevaeh broke out, so I was
unable to set things straight right away.



And when I returned, the news had already spread like wildfire.

People had already believed that the rumor was true.

Sometime later, since nobody stood out to give an explanation, people eventually lost interest in it.

That was why the timing of Nevaeh’s statement was strange.

She did not say anything at the height of the rumor.

Instead, she waited until the public was distracted by other news before she addressed the issue.

As a result, the matter piqued everyone’s interest again.

Right now, there were countless rumors about Caroline, many of which were nothing but groundless
accusations.

A new rumor soon surfaced, saying that the CEO of the Wilson Group had had an abortion in the
hospital.

Even though the attached picture was blurry and the woman’s face could not be clearly seen, I still
recognized who it was at a glance.

It was indeed Caroline.

The netizens were speculating about who the child’s father was.

One of them did not even hold back on his insults.

As if that was not enough, that person also accused Caroline of having an affair while we were dating.

Before I knew it, I was holding my phone so tightly that the veins on the back of my hand bulged.



How dare they target Caroline? Fuck this shit.

One did not have to be a genius to notice that someone was deliberately steering the public opinion.

"Mr.Moore, do you want to call Nevaeh? After all, we plan on cooperating with Greem Investment.I
don’t think it would look good for us if we offend them openly," Richard voiced his concern.

"No need."

I pulled a long face and continued, "They were the ones who dared to play tricks on me.What makes
them think that I’m a forgiving man?"

"Mr.Moore, what are you going to do?" Richard asked hesitantly.

closed my eyes and leaned against the back of my seat.

The veins on my temples were throbbing from stress.

After a long period of silence, I answered, "Teach Zane Greem a lesson.If he can’t get his daughter
under control, the cooperation will have to be terminated."

"Okay.I’ll call him right away."

Richard called Zanc and told him what I had said.

Once the call ended, I put out the cigarette and ordered, Drive me to the hospital."

Caroline’s POV:

It was in the middle of the night, and my room was dark and deathly quiet.

Only the table lamp dispelled the darkness surrounding me.



After hours of twisting and turning, I sat up from the bed, leaned against the headboard, and looked at
the ceiling in a daze. My head hurt so bad, and I felt stuffy in my chest.

It was as if a boulder was pressing on it.

Also, I could not sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, the scene of Charles’s betrayal would cross my mind.I turned around to
look out of the window.

Seeing that the curtain was covering it, I got up and took the remote control on the bedside table.

With that, I pressed the button.

The curtains slowly opened, revealing the French windows.

Outside, the stars glistened in the sky.

My eyes began to hurt again.I put my hands on my eyelids to warm them.

Once I felt better, I then massaged my forehead and temples.

Suddenly, I heard a faint sound of footsteps outside the door.

Before I could even process what I had heard, the door opened with a click.I put my hand down and
looked in the direction of the door.

A tall, familiar figure of a man was standing there, staring at me.It was Charles.

How did he come in? I looked at him in surprise.

Without a word, Charles slowly made his way toward me.



Every step he took felt like a step on my heart.

"Stop!"

I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"How did you get in?"

Charles stopped in his tracks and replied in a low and hoarse voice, "The password you’ve set is easy
to guess.I got it right after several tries."

As he spoke, I sensed a hint of complacency in his voice as if he was asking for praise.How
despicable.I gritted my teeth in anger.

"What are you doing here?"

Charles paused for a moment and then answered, "I’d like to apologize."

"You broke into my house in the middle of the night just to apologize? Do you think I’ll believe you?" I
scoffed.

Charles did not seem disheartened, though.He continued walking toward me.

And once he got near enough, he sat down on the bed and reached out his hand to hold me.

However, I unconsciously moved away to avoid his touch.

His hand froze in midair, and his fingertips slightly trembled.

But then, he withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.



"Caroline, I was just so emotional the other day.Does your wound still hurt?" Charles asked with
concern.

"Do you think I’ll forgive you just because you were emotional? What a joke."

I found it ironic to hear that from him when he had bitter me without mercy that day.

In fact, for a moment.I even felt like he wanted to kill me.I turned my back to him and faced the window.

The man I loved was right next to me, and yet I felt nothing but anger and desolation.

All of a sudden, there was a rustling sound behind me.

I burned around to see what it was, and what I saw stunned

"What are you doing?" I asked with eyes wide in awe.

"I’m going to sleep."

Charles took off his shoes and sat on my bed again.I could only watch as he took his suit jacket off.

His first button had been undone, revealing his well-sculpt collarbone and sexy Adam’s apple.

Any woman would go crazy if they saw him like this.

Although I did not want to admit it, he did have the looks that could make any woman go head over
heels for him.

But the more charming he was, the more insecure I felt.

My nose twitched, and my eyes blurred with tears.



In a flash, my grievances welled up in my heart.

"Who says you can get on my bed? If you want to sleep next to someone, why don’t you go find
Nevaeh? Get out!" I bellowed.

The more I spoke, the angrier I became.

I did not know where I got the strength and courage to push him away.

Charles knelt on the edge of the bed.

But then, he suddenly lost his balance, which sent him stumbling backward.

My heart almost jumped out of my throat.I inhaled sharply in panic.

Without thinking, I reached out to catch him, but it was too late.

Fortunately, Charles was quick on his feet.

He stretched out his hands and held me in his arms.

"Caroline, you’re the only one I want to sleep with, and I will only sleep with you," he whispered in my
ear.

Tears streamed down my face, wetting Charles’s white shirt.

"Charles, you bastard!" I roared.

"I know, I know.It’s all my fault.You can shout at me for as long as you want.Just, please, don’t push me
away."



Charles stroked my head reassuringly as he spoke.I did not know what to say, and I just lay on the
same bed as Charles in a daze.

He put his arms around my waist and enveloped me in his tight embrace.

By doing so, my face was buried in his chest, and his manly scent wafted into my nose.I poked him
hard on the chest, but he held my hand at once.I struggled to get out of his grasp but to no avail.

In the end, I gave up.

With my face red in fury, I lifted my head and said in a low and stern voice, "I’ve told you that the baby
is Simon’s.Don’t you believe me?"

"No,"

Charles answered without a second thought.

"Why ever not?" I asked while staring into his deep eyes.

He let out a snort and stroked my belly with his warm palm.

"I’m sure that my sperm is stronger than Simon’s.When I found out that you were pregnant, I knew in
an instant that it was my child."

I opened my mouth to refute what he had said, but words got stuck in my throat.I eventually calmed
down after a long while.

With a faint smile, I put my hand on the back of his hand and softly said, "The baby is well in my belly."

"I know."

"What? How do you know?" I asked incredulously.



"I had been to the hospital again before coming over here,"

Charles iured over and pinned me to the bed.

Then, he pressed his lips to the wound his bite had caused and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

"Caroline, I knew you wouldn’t be so cruel to abort qur child."


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