All Chapters of May We Never Meet Again: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"So everything you did was to earn my forgiveness?"The question Charlotte had asked him still hung heavily between them.Nathan didn't answer immediately. He held her gaze for a long moment, searching her face as though hoping to find a crack in the wall she had built around herself. The dim light of the bar reflected in his eyes, but whatever emotion was in them was difficult to name.Slowly, he pushed his chair back and stood up.The faint scraping sound drew a few curious glances from nearby tables. A couple seated close by paused their conversation. But Nathan did not seem to notice anyone else in the room. His focus was entirely, completely on her.Charlotte remained seated.She didn't turn to follow him with her eyes.She kept her gaze fixed forward, her fingers resting lightly on the stem of her untouched wine glass.He walked around the table carefully, his steps steady but measured, as though he were approaching something fragile. Something that might shatter if he moved

She slowly removed her hand from his grip."Nathan, I've never forgotten our years together," she said quietly. Her voice was calm, but it carried a weight that made the air feel tight. He was still standing with his back to her, stiff, unmoving, as though if he refused to turn around, he could also refuse the reality of what she was saying.He slowly turned to face her.His eyes searched hers again, desperately, looking for something, anything, that might tell him there was still hope. That the door hadn't completely closed. That somewhere beneath her controlled exterior, there was still a piece of her that remembered what they once had."But what's past is past," she continued, her tone gentle but firm. "We can't go back, and I've already—""Stop," he said sharply, cutting her short.He stepped forward quickly and took her hand again, almost as if he was afraid she would disappear if he didn't hold onto her. His fingers wrapped around hers with urgency, with desperation that borde

Charlotte walked down the narrow corridor of the small apartment building with slow, controlled steps. Caleb walked beside her, alert and observant. His eyes scanned every corner, every shadow, every door they passed."You don't have to go in alone," he said quietly, his voice low enough that only she could hear."I'm not alone," she replied, her tone firm but distant. She gestured subtly toward him without looking.She stopped in front of a faded brown door and knocked twice.There was movement inside. A hurried shuffle. Then the sound of a lock turning.The door opened.Megan stood there.Her face looked thinner than before. Her eyes were sunken, rimmed red as if she had not slept properly in days. Her hair was tied back carelessly, strands falling loose around her face. The moment she saw Charlotte, her expression crumbled completely."Charlotte," Megan said, her voice trembling. She immediately reached out and grabbed Charlotte's hands with both of hers. Her fingers were cold a

The ticking sound seemed to swallow the entire room whole.Charlotte's thumb hovered over the detonator switch, her hands trembling so badly that the device nearly slipped from her grip entirely. Her mind was spinning, her chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths that she couldn't slow no matter how hard she tried. "I'll save…" she started saying, her thumb moving slowly toward one of the tabs—"Charlotte!"Caleb's voice broke through the tension like a crack of thunder.Charlotte's head snapped toward him instantly.Somehow, in the chaos and the noise and the fear, Caleb had managed to loosen the rope binding his hands behind the chair. His wrists were scraped raw, skin reddened and angry from the friction, but the rope now hung loosely around one wrist like a broken shackle. He yanked the rest free with a sharp grunt and pushed himself up from the seat, the chair scraping backward across the concrete floor."Charlotte," Caleb called again, breathing hard, steadying hims

Few weeks ago,Johnson Dean was in his office when his secretary walked in with three sealed envelopes marked urgent. She placed them carefully on his desk and left without saying much. Johnson opened the first letter casually, expecting routine communication from the bank. His expression changed halfway through the first paragraph. By the time he finished reading the third letter, the air in his office felt heavier.All three major banks financing Dean Holdings had issued the same notice. They demanded immediate review and restructuring of the company’s credit facilities. The tone was formal, cold, and urgent. Effective immediately, the credit lines that had supported his expansion projects were frozen pending reassessment. If compliance was not met within the stipulated period, strict repayment clauses would be enforced.Johnson immediately picked up his phone and called his long-standing contact at the first bank.“What is this?” he asked directly, his face filled with shock.Th