All Chapters of Reunited Lovers:My RejectedMate Is Now A Renowned Journalist: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Charlotte's POV After several minutes, I slipped away from the gathering, keeping my movements slow and steady. I had decided to go in alone while James and Rowan waited in strategic corners nearby. Mrs. Whitmore had already sent her eldest son, Odin, to get the package, so I knew it was the right time to take pictures. But I couldn't do it from there, or I'd be caught.I had already warned James and Rowan to keep an eye on me. If anyone caught me, they were to create a distraction and get to me immediately.When Mrs. Whitmore asked why I was leaving, I quickly fabricated a lie about needing to use the restroom. She didn't seem completely satisfied with my answer, but she let me go.As I walked out, I deliberately left the door slightly ajar before crossing into the restroom opposite the meeting room. The loud music from downstairs faded into a distant thump as I shut the door and leaned against the cold tiled wall.I pretended to use the restroom for a few minutes before stepping ba

Charlotte's POVMy eyelids slowly fluttered open. Everything appeared blurry in my eyesight. I blinked repeatedly to clear the haze from my vision. Then I felt a severe pain. It pulsed through my ribs and shoulder, spreading down my body whenever I tried to move. I sucked in a sharp breath and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, my mind struggling to piece together what happened.The rooftop.Odin.The gun.Michael.The memories flashed in my mind, lasting only for a short while. Thank God I was still alive.Suddenly, the door creaked open, ushering Michael and another man inside the room. Michael noticed that I had regained consciousness. His countenance brightened, the worrisome look on his face temporarily fading. He quickly dropped the bowl in his hands and pulled a seat closer to me.“Thank God you're finally awake. How're you feeling?” Michael asked, concern laced in his voice.I didn't say a word. Instead, I gave him an incredulous look. When he saw I wasn't ready to speak to hi

Charlotte's POVMy stomach growled endlessly as I felt the pangs of hunger gradually twisting my intestines into painful knots. Helplessly, I glanced at the dinner Marie had left on the table. I had been stubborn enough to ignore the first meal, but hunger was beginning to overpower my pride now.If I wanted to get out of here, I needed strength, and that meant eating the food I swore not to taste. Left with no choice, I pulled the chair closer and sat down. Then I devoured the meal, barely pausing between bites. I hadn't eaten properly since the previous night, and my body seemed determined to remind me of it.When the plate was finally empty, I picked up the medicine bottle Jase had left behind and examined it. The liquid inside looked strange. It was crystal clear, with shiny particles swimming inside each time I shook the bottle."What the hell did Jase put in this?" I muttered, turning the bottle between my fingers.Of course, no one was there to answer me. Jase had been long gon

Dalton's POVThe laboratory had become my second home. Unfortunately, it was a home I don't think I would ever grow sick of until I accomplished my mission.I walked through the sterile corridor in a white medical gown that hung over my black trousers and shirt, the sleeves secured with blue nitrile gloves. A disposable cap covered my hair, while protective goggles rested around my neck after hours of wearing them.Dark bags of sleep sagged under my eyelids, and my movements were sluggish and slow. I looked quite exhausted. This kind of exhaustion didn't disappear after a good night's sleep—even though I'd barely had one in weeks.For the past month, I've spent lots of money, time, and whatever remained of my patience on this project. We ran experiment after experiment, tweaked our approach, changed the variables, and started over whenever something went wrong.And something always went wrong.Some specimens rejected the foreign organism almost immediately. Others survived the initial

Charlotte's POVIt had been over a month since I returned from Michael's mansion, and surprisingly, I hadn't seen him again. Corey and Skyler hadn't appeared out of nowhere either, watching over me as they usually did whenever Michael wanted to make sure I was safe without letting me know.It seemed they had finally stopped following me.Little Dwayne hadn't shown up anywhere near my workplace either. I couldn't blame him. He had tried convincing me to stay, only for me to escape using the curtains. He was probably angry with me for breaking my promise.I couldn't lie, though. I missed him a lot.I missed the way he used to talk to me about everything that crossed his mind. I missed his innocent face, his cute little smiles, and the way he could effortlessly lighten my mood whenever I was unhappy.But despite how much I missed him, I still couldn't bring myself to let go of the past.Reuniting with Michael wasn't something I could simply decide to do. Too much had happened between us,