When She Turns Her Back Novel

Chapter 416 Chapter 417 Charles was sitting in the back seat, working on his tablet. The glow from the screen cast a faint light on his face. His expression looked pretty intense. When he heard Liam's voice, Charles glanced up at him, then turned to look in the direction Liam was pointing. Peering out the window, Charles quickly caught sight of Teresa and Troy at the curb. Troy was crouched beside Teresa's wheelchair, holding her hands and trying to warm her fingers up with his breath. Every now and then, he'd reach up to fix her wind-blown hair for her, making sure she looked comfortable.

Seeing this, Charles tightened his grip on his tablet without realizing it, a strange feeling twisting in his chest. Liam had no idea how serious things were. Seeing Charles stay silent, he hesitantly asked, "Mr. Logan, is that Mrs. Logan?" Charles didn't get angry. He just replied, "Yeah." But before Liam could ask anything else, Charles suddenly added, "But she doesn't deserve that title anymore." There was no mistaking the irritation and a hint of anger in his voice. But Charles's face stayed perfectly calm, like nothing could faze him.

Liam, still thinking Charles wasn't upset, blurted out, "But honestly, after all these years I've known Mrs. Logan, I've never seen her smile so happily before." Charles's voice finally turned cold. "Is that so?" He drew out the words, his displeasure with Liam plain as day. Liam belatedly realized he'd put his foot in his mouth, dropping his gaze. "N-no..." While Liam was still freaking out, Charles couldn't help but think back to the way Teresa used to be. In his memory, Teresa had never smiled with that kind of happiness before.

She'd smiled at him plenty of times, but those smiles were always a little forced-full of compromise, trying to please him, always backing down, never really herself. But when she smiled at Troy, it was different. She looked genuinely happy, like she was just being herself for once. Thinking about all this, Charles felt his mood sink. He suddenly started feeling restless. Closing his tablet, he told Liam, "Head back first. I'm getting out for a walk." Liam opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, Charles had already pushed the door open and got out.

Once he was out, before he knew it, his legs were moving on their own, heading straight for Teresa and Troy. Teresa and Troy were so caught up in their own world, they didn't even notice Charles approaching. The sweet potato had gone cold, so Troy figured he'd just ask the vendor to warm it up for Teresa. The vendor was just a short walk away, so Troy thought he'd go over, get the sweet potato heated up, and be back in less than a minute. But just as Troy walked off, Charles was already standing right in front of Teresa.

When Teresa turned and saw Charles right in front of her, she nearly jumped out of her skin. "Charles... What are you doing here?" Seeing how rattled Teresa looked, Charles sneered, "What, feeling guilty now? Did something you shouldn't have, huh?" Teresa shot him a defiant look. "Why should I feel bad? If you had the guts to do it, why shouldn't I?" Charles's expression was icy, not a trace of a smile. "Come back with me." He didn't argue-his tone was pure command, leaving no room for discussion. Teresa laughed, incredulous. "Come back?

Back where, exactly?" Charles answered, "Joyacre Villa." Teresa scoffed. "Joyacre Villa was never my home. I was treated even less than a servant there. Charles, what gives you the right to call that place my home?" Charles ignored her anger, his voice calm, almost casual. "Come back with me, and maybe we can get things back to how they used to be." Teresa was on the verge of breaking down. "Why should I go back with you?

Whatever 'back to the way things were' means to you, I stopped wanting that a long time ago." Seeing that Teresa kept refusing to give in, Charles reached out to push her wheelchair. But just then, Troy came back, returning unexpectedly. When Troy saw Charles reaching for the wheelchair, he strode over and planted his hand firmly on the chair, blocking him. He shot Charles a furious glare. "So you think you can just come over and bully my wife while I'm not here?" Troy called Teresa "my wife" loud and clear, not caring who heard.

Charles's brows knitted in irritation at how naturally Troy said it. "Utter nonsense." Seeing Charles still trying to justify himself, Troy didn't waste a single word. He just bent down and planted a hard kiss right on Teresa's lips. The kiss was so sudden, Teresa didn't even have time to react-and Charles was just as stunned. When Troy finally pulled away, he straightened up and shot Charles a look, licking his lips like he was savoring the moment. He grinned, his eyes full of bold, deep amusement. "So, Mr.

Logan, what do you say now?" Troy made no effort to hide it-his gaze was pure provocation. Charles finally lost it. He clenched his fist and stepped forward, looking like he was about to get physical. But Troy didn't back down-he stepped right up, meeting Charles's glare with a powerful, unyielding presence. "Only losers try to solve things with their fists. Did you forget all the crap you said and did to Teresa, Mr. Logan?" Charles's hand froze in midair, but he didn't actually hit Troy. Seeing Charles hesitate, Troy pressed in even closer, voice sharp and merciless.

"Teresa's like this now, and it's all because of you. You brought this on yourself, didn't you?" Charles had no comeback. He just went quiet. After a long silence, Charles finally turned to Teresa and said, "Think carefully. If you come back, maybe there's still a way for us to fix things." Troy stepped protectively in front of Teresa, blocking Charles without hesitation. Looking Charles dead in the eye, Troy said, "The moment she asked for a divorce, she'd already thought it through." Charles was getting more and more pissed. He glared at Troy, eyes full of hostility.

"Did I ask you?" Troy shot back, "But I can speak for her." Charles's anger was barely contained. "Troy, you really think you can win her heart acting like this? Don't kid yourself. To her, you're nothing but a distraction when she's bored. If you'd ever seen how she looked at me when she was in love, you'd know she doesn't feel that way about you." Troy's temper flared.

"Charles, whether she loves me or not, that's her call-not something you get to decide just by running your mouth." Behind him, Teresa reached out and tugged on Troy's sleeve, whispering softly, "Let's head back." Hearing her voice, Troy turned around and looked down at her, a little surprised. "Us?" Teresa looked up at him and nodded. "Mm-hmm." Troy grinned. "Okay." With that, Troy started pushing Teresa's wheelchair. All Charles could do was stand there and watch as Teresa was wheeled away. Standing in the snow, a chill ran through Charles, making him shiver.

His eyes stayed glued to Teresa's fading silhouette, and a weird sense of loss washed over him. She used to be his, and now she wasn't anymore. He clenched his jaw instinctively at the thought. Just then, Charles's phone rang. It was Naomi calling. He picked up, and Naomi's voice came through. "Charles, are you coming to the concert tonight? I saved you a ticket." Charles replied, "Sure, send me the address." Charles lingered in the snow for a few more seconds, jaw clenched and mind racing, but in the end, he turned and walked away.

When he finally made it to the address Naomi had sent, he barely made it in time-the concert was just about to start. He slipped into his seat, and he'd barely settled in when the show kicked off. On stage, Naomi wore a flowing white dress, looking like a princess who'd just stepped out of a painting. The audience was whispering among themselves, everyone caught up in the moment.

"She's gorgeous." "Her music is pure magic-like something from heaven." "Man, I wish I could be the guy who gets to call her his." "If I could just be with her, I'd die a happy man." All those voices kept echoing in Charles's ears. He clenched his fingers, feeling a bit of smug pride swell up inside. 'Maybe having Naomi by my side wouldn't be so bad after all,' Charles thought to himself. After the concert ended, people rushed the stage, hoping to snag Naomi's autograph or hand her a gift. Some even straight-up confessed their love to Naomi Yates, right there for everyone to see.

Charles thought the concert hall was getting way too loud, so he just walked out. Standing by the door, feeling the cold wind and staring at the heavy snow piled up outside, Charles couldn't help thinking, 'Maybe ending up with Naomi wouldn't be the worst thing after all. Editorial board Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.