When She Turns Her Back Novel

Chapter 469 Chapter 470 Chapter 470 EZ 55 vouchers Troy crossed his arms, carrying a bunch of pastries in one hand. He didn't even look Charles's way. When he got to the door, he tucked the flowers under his arm, ready to knock. But Charles, standing beside him, demanded with obvious annoyance, "Troy, you've got some nerve showing up here: Troy finally turned to face him, asking with a mocking smile, "Why wouldn't I?" Charles stepped up and grabbed Troy by the collar, growling a warning, "Troy, don't forget. Teresa is my wife? Troy's grin just got bigger.

He lifted the flowers and casually knocked Charles's hand away from his collar. Then he shot Charles a mocking look and said, "Your wife? You love throwing that word around, huh? But tell me-do you even know what she likes to eat? Her favorite color? Her clothing size? Shoe size? Her birthday? What she can't stand?" Charles was left totally dumbfounded by the rapid-fire questions. He just stared at Troy, not able to say a single word back. When Charles went quiet, Troy let out a laugh, tilting his chin up with smug pride. "All those things you don't know?

I know every single one." When he saw a flicker of panic cross Charles's face, Troy's smirk grew even more smug. "She loves ribs. Her favorite colors are black and light blue. She wears size S or M for clothes, size 36 shoes, and her bra size is 34B. Her birthday's November 29th. And what she hates most? Betrayal and being doubted..." Troy rattled off every little thing about Teresa, and with each fact, Charles found himself backing away, visibly rattled. Seeing Charles still wouldn't say a word, Troy went on, "Charles, just admit it. You never really loved her.

You're just bitter about losing, that's all this is." After that, Troy stared at Charles for a long moment before lowering his voice and saying, "Let her be the one for her. I'll treat her right." Charles's eyes were locked on Troy, but he still didn't say a word. Troy clearly wasn't about to waste any more time on this pointless drama. He turned around and knocked on the door of the Sullivan Mansion. After a moment, Yvonne's voice called out from inside, "Who is it?" Troy answered without hesitation, "Yvonne, it's me." When she heard Troy's voice, Yvonne's tone softened right away.

"Coming." She opened the door and poked her head out. Seeing Troy standing there, a little damp from the snow, she quickly swung the door wide open. "Mr. Hamilton, come on in! Don't catch a cold, or Teresa will be worried sick." As she spoke, Yvonne stepped aside and reached out to take the things from Troy. But Troy didn't hand them over. He just laughed and said, "Don't worry, Yvonne. I've got it." Yvonne smiled back.

"Alright, whatever you say." Charles was standing right there at the door, but from the moment Yvonne opened it to the moment she welcomed Troy inside, it was like she completely ignored him. Charles might as well have been invisible. Once Troy was inside, Yvonne closed the door behind him without a second thought. By the time Charles tried to reach for the door, it slammed shut right in his face. Just then, Monica's sweet, soft voice floated out from inside the Sullivan Mansion. "Uncle Troy, you're finally back!" Charles heard Troy reply, "Yeah, I'm back." Monica's voice chimed in again.

"Uncle Troy, Aunt Teresa was so worried about you. She couldn't sleep at all until you got home." Troy acted all serious and asked, "So, did you not keep her company?" Monica's voice grew softer. "I did, but she kept mentioning you, really worried and afraid something might happen to you." Troy's voice faded as he headed off. "I'll go see her now." Monica bounced with excitement. "Yay, yay! She'll be so happy when she finds out you're back!" Right before they made it to the living room, Yvonne grabbed Monica's arm. "Alright, stop clinging to your uncle.

Let him spend some real time with your aunt-she's been in a bad mood lately." Monica sighed, a little helpless. "Alright then." Even though the rest of the conversation was muffled, Charles still got the general idea. When it came to Troy, the Sullivans' attitude was a world apart from how they treated him. Even Monica called Troy "Uncle Troy" so naturally, like it was the most normal thing in the world. But Charles had never heard Monica call him Uncle, not even once. And in just a month or two, Troy already had everyone in the Sullivan family wrapped around his finger.

Just thinking about it made Charles ball his fists without even realizing, His heart felt like a thousand needles were stabbing him all at once, At that moment, his chest was so tight and sour, he couldn't even put the feeling into words. After what felt like ages, Charles suddenly heard Troy's voice again. "Sweetheart, you don't have to leave the window open for me anymore. From now on, I'll just come in through the front door, no sneaking around." Charles glanced over and saw Troy standing by the open window, closing it, but his eyes were locked right on Charles.

Even though there was still some distance between them, Charles could see the unmistakable provocation in Troy's eyes. Charles couldn't hear what Teresa said, but Troy glanced back over his shoulder and teased, "What, have you gotten used to me climbing in through your window?" With that, Troy turned back and closed the window. Inside the bedroom, Teresa froze for a second when she heard Troy say that, then her brows knitted together. Even though Teresa knew Troy was doing it on purpose, she didn't bother to stop him.

When Troy sat down on the edge of the bed, Teresa finally asked, sounding a bit curious, "Is Charles still downstairs?" "Yeah, he's still there," Troy nodded. Teresa just replied with zero enthusiasm, "Alright." Troy saw the look on Teresa's face and asked, genuinely curious, "Are you still thinking about him?" Teresa shook her head. "Nope, not anymore." Hearing that, Troy suddenly leaned in, his face just inches from hers. "Don't even think about him. From now on, your mind's only got room for me." His words sent Teresa's heart into a frenzy. She tried to play it cool and switched topics.

"By the way, have you eaten yet?" Troy shook his head. "Not yet." Hearing that, Teresa was about to get out of bed. "I'll ask someone to make you something." But Troy reached out, covering her hands with his, gathering them gently in his palms. He looked at her tenderly and asked, "You weren't scared by everything that happened tonight, were you?" Editorial board Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.