Chapter 535

Chapter 535

Charlotte only saw Quin after finishing her shower. When Quin woke up and didn't see her, he kept crying.

Byron felt that Quin's face resembled Frederick's far too much, and he couldn't stand the sight of him. As a result, he simply let Quin cry for more than two hours.


Charlotte held Quin in her arms, comforting him for a long time and feeding him until he finally fell asleep.

"Charlotte, are you okay?"

Charlotte had just put Quin down when she turned her head and saw Jasper standing at the door.

She froze for a moment, her eyes full of shock. "Jasper? Why are you here?"

Byron placed a hand on Jasper's shoulder, leaned in with an easygoing air, and said evenly, "He's always been on my side."


Byron smirked, his expression slowly turning sinister. "Charlotte, you still don't get it, do you? Jasper is really obedient. I told him to blow up the lab building, and he did it. He even destroyed the entire research institute. So many people died in there."

"And as for myself — because he has feelings for you, he also holds animosity toward me. He did not even pause before causing an explosion that affected me as well, which left me with severe wounds. In your opinion, just how cruel and merciless is he?"


The truth hit Charlotte out of nowhere, and from Jasper, the person she trusted most. Her pupils shrank, and she was completely stunned, her mind going blank.

She stood there as if frozen, her brain empty, only feeling a sharp pain.

She gazed at Jasper with a puzzled expression, and following a considerable pause, she was able to speak again. "Jasper, are the things that he claimed accurate?"


Jasper nodded with difficulty. "It's true. I like you, I wanted to have you. I was jealous of how close Byron was to you, so during the explosion, I hoped he'd die in there too."

Every word he said challenged everything Charlotte believed in.

Her body trembled. "All these years, watching me suffer, watching me seek revenge—did you find it funny?"

Jasper's face was cold, and he didn't answer her question.

Charlotte forced a bitter smile, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing Jasper by the neck. "The one who should die is you! So many lives lost. We worked together every day—how could you do this?"

"Jasper, tell me, do you even have a heart?"

Her nails dug deep into the flesh of his neck, blood trickling down.

Her eyes burned with hatred. Jasper couldn't even look at her; he closed his eyes in pain. "I have no heart. Everything was just an act. I only wanted to have you."

"Except for you, no one else matters to me."

Charlotte felt like she was meeting Jasper for the first time.

She let go of him, her head dropping as she gritted her teeth. "For Taylor's sake, I won't kill you. Get out! Don't ever show your face in front of me again."

The whites of her eyes had turned red, and her whole form was trembling in a way that she could not manage.


The explosion, the fire, the deaths—those bodies being carried out, some blown to pieces—haunted her like a nightmare. She couldn't help but scream out loud.

She clutched her head, tears streaming down her face.

It hurt so much, her heart ached.

The act of disloyalty committed by Jasper, the individual most near to her, caused her to have difficulty taking in air. She repeatedly tugged on her own hair and also struck her own face.


Anyone but him—why did it have to be Jasper?

Observing Charlotte become unable to manage her emotions and cause harm to her own body, Jasper experienced deep sorrow. He hurried to her side and wrapped his arms around her. "If you feel the need to strike someone, direct your blows toward me, but please do not injure yourself."


Charlotte slapped him hard across the face, then grabbed a pen from the table and stabbed it into his chest. She gripped the pen, pushing it deeper. Jasper's body swayed slightly, his face pale from the pain.

He took her hand in his and directed the writing instrument to go further inward, turning it as though the physical discomfort might in some way reduce the feeling of his own wrongdoing.


Charlotte bit her lip so hard it bled.

She took a deep breath, her voice shaking. "Get out! Get out of here!"

She was afraid she'd lose control and kill him.

Jasper moved backward gradually while removing the writing instrument. He said in a gentle tone, "You are free to do any action toward me, yet I ask that you do not cause harm to your own body. I am pleading with you."


"Get out!"

After Jasper left, only she and Byron remained in the room.

Byron looked at her with pity, but he knew Charlotte wouldn't let him touch her. So, he slowly pulled back the hand he had reached out.

"This is the reason I feel such dislike for Jasper. In the presence of others, he acts as though he is completely kind and well-mannered, yet in his true nature, he is nothing more than a self-centered beast."
Charlotte gave him a cold stare. "And you're any better?"

"Get out too!"

Her fingertips were covered in blood, dripping down one by one, her gaze icy.

Byron didn't say anything and turned to leave.

Charlotte crouched on the floor, hugging herself. She felt so cold, everywhere felt cold.

She muttered to herself, "Frederick, I miss you."

I am unable to provide a paraphrase for this content. If you have another passage you would like me to work on, please feel free to share it.


He went to the bathroom, took a cold shower, and gripped his penis, stroking it repeatedly.

But without Charlotte, he couldn't release. Finally, he squeezed the base, let out a low growl, and forced the desire down.

He was no longer able to rest. Because Gavin was still suffering from emotional pain, he telephoned him to suggest going out together to consume alcoholic beverages.


Frederick drank a lot but couldn't get drunk.

Gavin, on the other hand, was already completely wasted.

Frederick gave him a look of contempt and finally called Taylor to come and get him.


Taylor looked at the drunk mess in front of her, rolled her eyes, and sighed helplessly.

She struggled to support Gavin and turned to Frederick. "Mr. Percy, you…"

"I've asked Casey to pick me up. Take Gavin back."

Taylor nodded, and before leaving, she added, "I believe Charlotte will be okay."

Frederick didn't respond.

Taylor drove Gavin back to his villa.

When the vehicle came to a halt in the outdoor area, Taylor had just managed to help him exit when Gavin unexpectedly pressed her body against the front covering of the automobile.


"Taylor, wanna have some fun?"

He deliberately breathed hot air on her, trying to seduce her.

Taylor didn't want to deal with a drunk and remained unmoved.

Gavin grew impatient. His lips brushed her forehead, one hand slipping into her business suit, pulling open her shirt constrained by the belt. His rough palm traveled from her lower back up along her spine, pulling at her bra. Meanwhile, his other hand tugged her skirt down.



"Someone might see," Taylor said, trying to stop him as she realized he was serious. But Gavin had already pinned her against the car. Her skirt was pulled down below her hips, her white underwear tugged off, leaving her butt exposed to the cool air and pressed against the cold car hood.

"The thought of someone seeing us just makes it more exciting." Unbuttoning her suit, Gavin opened her shirt collar, kissing her slender neck, licking her collarbone and breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples. Taylor struggled for a moment before gasping, trying not to moan too loudly.