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Chapter 453 Chapter 454 55 vouchers Chapter 454 Charles lounged in his office chair, tilting his head up to look at Jason with obvious disdain. "You really came all the way here just to say that?" Jason answered with conviction, "Yes." Charles gave a short, mocking laugh. "So you actually think I'd believe you?" Unfazed, Jason replied coolly, "Whether you believe it or not, it's the truth." Charles looked away, refusing to meet Jason's gaze. He spoke softly, "Jason, you can go now.

If you've got time to come here and throw comments at me, I guess you must have your own problems all sorted out." Seeing Charles so unfazed, Jason snarled, "Charles, I'm telling you-I kissed Naomi. And I didn't just kiss her, I got my hands on her too. Doesn't that bother you at all?" Charles didn't want to hear another word. He pointed toward the office door and snapped, "Get out!" Jason's face was drawn and exhausted as he yelled at Charles, "Charles, you don't have a heart at all! You keep saying you love her, but that's a joke.

You don't love anyone-not Teresa, not Naomi, not anyone!" Charles didn't want to hear another word. His finger was still pointed at the door as he growled, "I'm saying this one last time-get out!" But Jason stood his ground, refusing to leave. He raised his voice even more, "Charles, are you even listening? You don't love her-face it! You never did. Even if you marry her, you'll just repeat what happened with Teresa. Sooner or later, you'll both drift apart. Why not just let me be the one to take care of her? I love her.

I'd give my life for her..." Jason didn't even get to finish before Charles lost his patience. He snatched up whatever was closest and chucked it at Jason, yelling, "Get out! Don't push me!" Seeing Charles acting all indifferent, Jason gave a bitter laugh and said, 'See? Do you really think you care about her?' Charles kept his cool as he looked up at Jason and replied, 'If I didn't care, do you think I'd be this pissed off?' Jason shot back without hesitation, 'You're only mad because you think I tainted her.

That's not love-it's just your messed-up pride talking.' Charles's heart suddenly skipped a beat, like Jason had just struck a nerve. Honestly, he hadn't expected that. When Charles went quiet, Jason's laugh got even colder. "Come on, Charles, just admit it-you never really cared about her." Charles wasn't really that angry, but he still called out toward the door, "Liam, show him out." As soon as he heard the call, Liam pushed the door open and stepped inside. Liam walked over to Jason, pointed at the door, and said, "Mr.

Gould, don't make this harder than it needs to be." Jason shot Liam a look and rolled his eyes. "I don't need you to walk me out. I know where the door is." Liam shot a glance at Charles, who sat at his desk looking completely unfazed, lost in his own thoughts-like nothing could shake him. As Jason stepped out, he turned back and called out to Charles, "Whatever happens, I'm not letting go of her hand that easily." With that, Jason turned and left.

Out in the office, everyone had been eavesdropping on the drama, but as soon as Jason walked out, they all acted like nothing was going on and buried themselves in their work. After Jason left, Liam headed back to the office for a moment. But when he saw Charles sitting there with his head down, clearly lost in thought, Liam figured it was best not to bother him and quietly slipped away. Charles sat at his computer, but he couldn't get any work done. Jason's words kept replaying in his head, every line echoing over and over. He was distracted the whole morning.

Charles thought to himself, 'Both Finn and Jason have said the same thing. Was it true? Did I really not love anyone at all?' But if he really didn't love her, why did it still get to him whenever he saw Teresa and Troy together? To numb that ache, he'd throw himself into Naomi's gentle embrace every single day. But as time went on, even with all Naomi's kindness, he still couldn't stop thinking about Teresa. Right now, he couldn't help but miss how things used to be with Teresa.

She'd fuss over every little detail-making him breakfast, making sure he looked sharp every day, even showing up with food whenever he was stuck working late... Thinking about all that just messed Charles up even more inside. He let his head hang low, rubbing his temples. Charles spent the whole morning like that. Before he knew it, noon had rolled around. Everyone else in the office had already headed off to the cafeteria for lunch, but Charles was still at his desk, his mind stuck on old memories.

55 vouchers He even pulled up his old messages with Teresa, and the further he scrolled back, the more he realized just how deeply she'd cared for him. "Charles, it's raining outside. Remember to take your umbrella, okay?" "It's Thanksgiving today. Turkey's ready. Try to get home early, alright?" "Charles, could you come pick me up when I get off?" "Charles, the hospital was so busy today. I'm exhausted. Really wish you were here with me." "Charles, I miss you. I just want you to hold me right now." "Do you kind of hate me or something?" Charles never replied to any of them. Not a single one.

He barely even remembered Teresa ever sending him those kinds of texts. But now, looking back, it was all right there, plain as day-she really did love me. Just as he was lost in thought, a knock sounded at the door. Charles snapped out of his memories, looked up toward the door, and said, "Come in." The door swung open and Naomi walked in, a food container in her hand. When Charles saw Naomi, his expression turned even gloomier. Naomi came over, set the container on his desk, and started unpacking it. She said with a gentle smile, "Charles, I made all this myself.

Try it." Charles said irritably, "Take it back. I'm not eating." Naomi's hands paused, and her smile disappeared without a trace. As she walked through the office, she could feel people eyeing her strangely. But Naomi quickly hid any trace of her disappointment, putting on a gentle smile as she asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Charles looked away from Naomi, his voice icy as he replied, "It's nothing." Naomi paused, sat down across from him, and fixed her eyes on Charles.

She asked earnestly, "Charles, do those online rumors still get to you?" Charles replied, "No." Naomi was starting to get worked up. She blurted out, "Charles, if you really don't believe me, let's just go Chapter 454 confront Jason and clear things up, okay?" Charles insisted, stressing his point, "I told you, I'm not mad." But Naomi was adamant. "Charles, you're not over it. Stop lying to yourself, okay? If something's bothering you, let's just talk it through." Charles just repeated, "I'm fine. There's nothing wrong." Naomi sprang to her feet, came right up to Charles, and didn't let up.

"Charles, I'm being serious-are you really telling me there's nothing stuck in your heart?" Charles looked up at her without flinching, his expression cold and steady. "No." As soon as Charles finished, Naomi shrugged off her coat, revealing a winter dress underneath. She reached back and slowly pulled down the zipper. With the zipper undone, she slipped the dress down past her chest, her skin-smooth and almost glowing- now exposed.

Charles's face flushed as he instinctively turned away, blurting out, "What are you doing?" Naomi moved right back into his view, boldly showing herself off without a hint of hesitation. She teased, "If you're really not hung up on anything, then why don't we head to your lounge right now?" Charles stayed silent, turning his face away, refusing to meet her eyes-almost like he was running from something inside. Seeing his reaction, Naomi pushed further, her voice daring, "What's wrong, Charles?

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