Chapter 58
Charlotte felt Giselle’s words were very insulting. She trembled uncontrollably. After a moment, she turned and threw herself into Sebastian’s arms in grievance.
Logically, Sebastian should have insisted that Giselle apologize once more. Yet, at that moment, he seemed to be rendered speechless.
Giselle found it absurd, yet she accepted it. With the final remnants of her connection to the Grant family fading away, she realized her world didn’t rely on anyone else to shine. She was the light herself.
Sebastian and Charlotte fled in embarrassment, ending the farce. Giselle sighed in relief, but before she could fully relax, Chester pulled her away.
“Mr. Fordham…” she whispered, struggling briefly before being placed in the passenger seat.
Chester placed one hand on the door, lowering his eyes, his jaw set with cold determination. “Key.”
Giselle looked up. “What?”
“Your car key,”
Giselle wasn’t sure why Chester wanted her car key, but she handed it over obediently under his serious gaze.
Chester passed the keys to the driver waiting near the sidewalk. “This is Ms. Stone’s car. Please drive it back.”
Giselle finally understood and said, “I can do it myself.”
“Be good. I’ll take you back.”
Giselle’s eyes widened in surprise at those words. Everything Chester said tonight was completely beyond her understanding, infused with a touch of flirtation.
Giselle’s forgotten dream suddenly came back to her, making her face flush with embarrassment. Seeing Chester again filled her with guilt, as she feared he would be upset if he knew she had teased him in her dream.
Giselle was overwhelmed by shameful thoughts that she couldn’t shake off. The more she tried to forget, the clearer the images became, especially the moment when Chester grabbed her waist and kissed her forcefully. She felt like she was losing her mind.
Chester was unaware of just how complicated she felt. After calling out to her multiple times without receiving a reply, he leaned in closer.
The space between them vanished at that moment, jolting Giselle back to reality. Instinctively, she slapped him. It was only when she heard him groan that she realized she had hit Chester.
“Mr. Fordham, I…” Giselle was so flustered she stuttered. She wanted to explain that she didn’t mean it, but her excuse seemed weak, and Chester wouldn’t believe her.
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Hence, she immediately apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Fordham. It’s just a reflex. If you’re uncomfortable, you can slap me back.”
The car’s light was dim, allowing Chester to see part of her smooth neck beneath her hair. He felt a bold urge to encompass it entirely, and his gaze deepened as his throat tightened. After a moment, he turned away.
Giselle waited anxiously for Chester’s response, but it never came. She felt tormented and uncertain, wondering if he was angry. If she were in his position, even without anger, she would still feel unhappy from an unexpected slap.
“Mr. Fordham…” Giselle glanced up.
Giselle’s eyes locked with Chester’s, causing her to quickly look away, feeling flustered. Despite the car’s air conditioning, she felt a warmth inside.
Noticing her reaction, Chester smirked slightly and then calmed down. He said, “It hurts slightly. Can you help me rub
it?”
