When She Turns Her Back Novel

Three minutes 371 Summary Teresa surprises Charles by playfully asking him to feed her, a stark contrast to her usual cold demeanor. Charles, caught off guard by her sudden softness, responds gently as he feeds her, creating a brief moment of tenderness between them. However, Teresa's true intention soon becomes clear when she abruptly shifts the conversation to their divorce, revealing her firm desire to end their marriage despite Charles's confusion and resistance.

The tension between them escalates as Teresa insists on proceeding with the divorce quickly, fearing delays due to her upcoming surgery and the cooling-off period. Charles struggles to understand her sudden change, questioning her motives and expressing disbelief that she wants to leave both him and the Logan family. Teresa remains resolute, emphasizing her wish to escape and move on, which ultimately leads Charles to reluctantly agree to finalize the divorce the next day. After their serious discussion, Charles stays by Teresa's side quietly, showing a mix of care and resignation.

When he leaves the hospital room, he encounters Troy in the parking garage, setting the stage for a confrontation. Troy taunts Charles about winning Teresa's heart, but Charles confidently claims she belongs to him, heightening the rivalry between the two men. The encounter between Charles and Troy grows increasingly intense as Troy declares his intention to stay involved in Teresa's life no matter what. He threatens to become either her second husband or her lover, vowing to be a persistent presence and a source of trouble for Charles.

Troy's chilling laughter and bold challenge signal a looming conflict, promising a fierce battle over Teresa's future. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Teresa lifted her chin, a playful smile spreading across her lips as she looked up at Charles. "I said I want you to feed me," she said, her tone dripping with a teasing, flirtatious charm that caught Charles completely off guard. Though Charles had seen Teresa act sweet and clingy before, it had been such a long time since she'd spoken to him this way that it almost felt surreal.

He was so accustomed to her distant, cold demeanor that this sudden softness seemed like a different person entirely. Noticing Charles's distracted expression, Teresa called his name softly, almost hesitantly, "Charles?" The sound of his name brought him back to the moment, and his eyes locked onto her face. "Yeah?" Teresa's smile brightened. "You don't want to feed me?" Charles paused briefly, then reached for the container of food resting on the nightstand. Shaking his head slightly, he said, "No, I'd love to." He carefully opened the takeout box, using a spoon to rearrange the ribs inside.

Steam still rose from the food, so he blew gently on it to cool it down. For a moment, Teresa was surprised by the unexpected tenderness in Charles's actions. She had only said those sweet words to him hoping Troy would finally give up and leave, but Charles's gentle response caught her completely off guard. Once the soup had cooled, Charles held the spoon out toward Teresa with a small smile. She took a sip, her eyes fixed on him as she complimented, "Charles, you're looking extra handsome today." His brows furrowed at her words.

Seeing his frown, Teresa feigned curiosity and teased, "Why the long face? Don't frown-it ruins your good looks." As she spoke, she reached up and lightly smoothed the crease between his eyebrows. Charles didn't pull away, but when Teresa lowered her hand, he looked at her, puzzled. "What do you mean?" Teresa glanced quickly toward the door and caught sight of Troy's head still peeking around the corner. Determined, she gritted her teeth and motioned for Troy to come closer, then called out to Charles, "Charles, come here." Charles looked completely baffled.

"What are you doing?" "Just bend down a little," Teresa instructed. Charles leaned in, and Teresa tilted her face up, as if she was about to kiss him. But then she noticed Troy had vanished from the doorway. Switching gears instantly, her voice turned cold. "Charles, since we have some time, let's get the divorce done." His expression darkened immediately. Surprised, he looked at her. "You did all that just to say this?" Teresa met his gaze, completely unshaken. Raising an eyebrow, she said, "What else did you think I was going to say?" Charles's face grew even colder.

Was she playing with him? "We were going to get divorced sooner or later, weren't we?" Teresa said firmly. After a moment of silence, Charles finally asked, "How are you supposed to go to the local court in your condition?" "It's just my leg," Teresa replied. "They're not going to turn us away because of that." Charles pulled back, sitting up straighter as he looked at her. "We'll go after your surgery." Panic flickered in Teresa's eyes. "Charles, by the time the surgery's done, the cooling-off period will be over. How long are you planning to drag this out?" Charles looked dazed.

"Teresa, you were the one who wanted to marry me, and now you're the one asking for a divorce. Just tell me-what do you really want from me?" Teresa let out a cold laugh. "I meant it when I wanted to marry you, and I mean it now when I say I want a divorce. Charles, I've always said what I meant and meant what I said. Whatever happened before doesn't matter. Right now, I just want to get away-from you and the Logan family." Charles stared at her intently, trying to read her true thoughts. He pressed on, unwilling to give up.

"Are you really okay with leaving me and Yolanda behind?" Teresa smirked. "Why wouldn't I be?" Charles said nothing, just stared at her for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he sighed. "Fine. Let's get it over with." Relief washed over Teresa, and she exhaled deeply. "So, when can we file the papers?" "Tomorrow," Charles replied. "I have work to handle today." She didn't push him, not wanting to make things worse. "Okay," she said quietly. With the divorce conversation finally behind them, Charles picked up the soup bowl and offered it to Teresa. "Here, have some more," he said.

Teresa took the bowl from him. "I'll manage," she replied gently. After she finished eating, Charles tidied up the dishes and stayed by her side a little longer. Though neither spoke, Charles chose to remain with her, offering silent company. When Liam called again, Charles finally stood to gather his things. Before leaving, he bent down slightly to meet Teresa's eyes. "If you need anything, just call the nurse. I've already told them." Teresa didn't look at him, only nodded faintly. Seeing she didn't want to talk, Charles didn't push.

He took the food container and quietly exited the hospital room. He rode the elevator down to the basement parking garage. As the doors slid open, he headed straight for his car. But barely a few steps in, a low voice emerged from the shadows behind him. "Mr. Logan." Charles stopped immediately at the sound of Troy's voice. Turning around, he saw Troy step slowly into the light, a menacing expression darkening his face. Charles's face remained unreadable-no emotion, no reaction, nothing revealing his thoughts. "Mr. Hamilton?" Troy's lips curled into a smirk, dripping with mockery and disdain.

He approached deliberately, stopping about a meter away from Charles. Their eyes locked, neither uttering a word. In that silent standoff, it felt as though they'd already fought countless battles. After what seemed like forever, Troy broke the tension with a sudden laugh. "Feeling pretty smug about winning her heart, aren't you?" Charles just grinned at the provocation, unfazed. "Yeah, I didn't just win her heart-she's been mine, body and soul." Troy's hand clenched tightly at his side. The mocking smile on his face faded bit by bit.

He ground his teeth, pressing his tongue against his cheek, jaw tight. "Hope you can hold onto her for good." Charles wore the look of a victor, a cocky, wicked grin playing on his lips. "I'll take your blessing, then." Troy stepped forward, closing the distance until they stood toe to toe, tall and evenly matched, neither willing to back down. In the heavy silence, sparks seemed to fly, the very air thick with the promise of a showdown. Troy arched an eyebrow, a cold smirk tugging at his lips. "Charles, if you can keep that smug look on your face, maybe you really are something.

But if you slip up, she'll be mine sooner or later. I'm not afraid to say it-I'm calling dibs on Teresa. If you divorce her, I'll be her second husband. If you don't, I'll be her lover, the other man in your marriage. One way or another, I'll make sure my presence is everywhere in her life. I'll be like poison, slowly working my way into her heart." With that, Troy let out a wicked, devilish laugh-a clear challenge, a declaration of war.

Conclusion This chapter delicately explores the complex dance of vulnerability and defiance between Teresa and Charles, revealing layers of their fractured relationship. Teresa's playful yet guarded demeanor juxtaposed with Charles's tender care highlights the lingering emotional ties despite their impending divorce. Their interaction is a poignant reminder of how love can be both a source of comfort and conflict, underscoring the painful reality of letting go even when feelings remain unresolved.