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CHAPTER 55

Author: ari noana
last update Last Updated: 2024-09-02 07:20:28

Charles POV:

“It’s been a whole day, Jasmine! Not a single call, not a text. Nothing!”

I paced my office like a caged lion, my phone clutched in my hand.

“Something’s definitely off.”

Jasmine sighed on the other end of the line, that long-suffering sound I’d gotten used to over the years. It always made me smile, even when I was irritated.

“Charles, you’re acting like a lovesick teenager,” she said, her voice a mix of amusement and exasperation.

“It’s been one day. One very stressful day, I might add. Her dad is in the hospital! She probably has other things on her mind besides your… performance.”

“But we were… intimate.”

I lowered my voice, a smug grin spreading across my face even though I knew she couldn't see it.

“Last night. After… you know, the whole Richards mess.”

“You slept with her?” Jasmine’s voice was sharp, like she’d just tasted something sour.

“Charles, are you serious? The woman’s father is practically dying, and you thought that was the right time to jump her bon
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