Chapter 133 Charles Hated Himself for the First Time

Chapter 133 Charles Hated Himself for the First Time

Charles had done many wrong things in his life.

But those things—what was done was done.

He was never a good person to begin with, so doing wrong things was only natural.

He had never regretted what had already happened and could never be changed.

This was the first time he tasted what regret felt like.

A bitter, indescribable feeling slowly spread from the bottom of his heart.

At first, it was just a slight discomfort, but when this feeling swept through his entire body, it instantly turned into an intense pain—so intense he wished he could shatter himself completely in exchange for turning back time.

Charles's hand trembled as he held the lingerie.

Images of Olivia buying these clothes flooded his mind.

Back then, she must have been shy, secretly delighted, her heart filled with sweet feelings for him.

And then he had misunderstood her...

Thinking of how she had smashed his leg with the baton, he could imagine that, however happy she had been when buying these things, that's how much she must have hated him at that moment.

For the first time, Charles hated himself deeply.

Olivia was such a stubborn woman. She had finally started to open her heart to him, wanting to build a good life with him, and he...

He wasn't stupid.

He knew in his heart that this could also be a trap Olivia had set, meant to numb and confuse him so she could do other things later.

But he so desperately wanted Olivia to be genuine with him that he didn't dare believe her intentions were bad.

Besides, he had just misunderstood her recently, making her so angry that she broke his leg. If he continued to doubt her, she probably wouldn't even want to maintain their current relationship.

After standing in the living room for a while, Charles folded each piece of lingerie neatly, put them back in the box, and carried it upstairs.

He walked to Olivia's bedroom door and stood in silence for a long time before raising his hand to knock.

No one answered inside.

But Charles knew Olivia was in there.

He waited patiently for a moment, then knocked again. Still no answer from inside. "Olivia, I'm coming in," he said tentatively.

The room remained silent.

Charles stopped waiting and opened the door directly.

Olivia was lying in bed with her eyes open, not asleep.

When Charles walked in, she said nothing, didn't even lift her eyelids, treating him as if he were invisible.

Charles walked to the bedside and sat down. Looking at her cold expression, he pushed the box forward. "These... were you preparing a surprise for me? You wanted to buy these things quickly, that's why you drove out of Silverlight City, right?"

Olivia still didn't speak.

Just as Charles was about to speak again, Olivia opened her mouth with a mocking tone:

"No. I bought these because I wanted to go find other men. After all, as you know, I'm a cheap woman who can't go without men for even a moment. I can't survive without men fucking me."

"Olivia," Charles sighed. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I misunderstood you. I know you're angry. Whether you want to hit me or curse at me, I'll take it. I just ask that you don't talk about yourself this way."

Compared to Olivia's cold attitude toward him, he couldn't bear hearing her constantly put herself down.

"How could you be wrong? It's all my fault. A cheap mistress like me can never do anything wrong." Olivia continued, her face as cold as ever.

Charles felt heartbroken to the point he could barely breathe.

He clenched his fingers tightly, trying hard to control his emotions. "Since you left the hospital, you've been lying in bed, barely getting up. The doctor said this isn't good for your recovery. You should get out of bed and walk around more."

Olivia didn't respond.

Charles looked down at the items in the box:

"If you don't want to see me, I won't come back for a while. But you must take care of yourself. If you don't take care of yourself, I'll come back."

Olivia closed her eyes, ignoring his words.

Charles sat by the bed for a long time. Seeing that she wouldn't speak, he left with the box.

Over the next few days, Charles kept his word and didn't return to Serenity Estates.

At Serenity Estates, besides Olivia, there were only the servants taking care of her.

Those servants never said much in front of her, and no matter what she said, they did their jobs diligently.

It was as if Olivia were the owner of Serenity Estates, and it had nothing to do with Charles.

That day, after finishing dinner, Olivia sat in her wheelchair in the courtyard for a long time.

The servants knew she didn't like to be disturbed, so they didn't dare approach.

Late at night, they noticed Olivia was still sitting in the courtyard with no sign of going back inside. Worried, they went to check on her and found that she had fallen asleep at some point.

The servants panicked and immediately took her back to her room.

The next morning, as expected, she had a fever.

A needle-like pain in the back of her hand woke her up.

She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Charles immediately held it down, reminding her with nervous concern: "Don't move. You have a fever. The doctor is giving you an IV."

A fever?

Confusion appeared in Olivia's eyes.

Seeing her expression, Charles felt both angry and heartbroken.

He had agreed to leave Serenity Estates so she could adjust her mood and recover properly, but after just a few days away, not only had she not recovered, she had given herself a fever.

He opened his mouth to scold her, but looking at her pale face, his heart ached too much. The scolding words never came out.

The doctor finished inserting the needle, explained how to change the remaining IV bags, and left.

Olivia closed her eyes. She didn't want to see Charles.

This time, Charles clearly had no intention of leaving.

Olivia ignored him, but he wasn't angry. He didn't try to make conversation either, just sat by the bed.

Even when Rhys came to him about work matters, he had Rhys bring the necessary documents over. He was clearly determined to stay here with Olivia.

Olivia felt helpless. She turned over with her back to Charles, planning to keep giving him the cold shoulder.

Before long, Olivia opened her eyes.

She glanced at the IV fluid that had just been changed on the stand and frowned.

Charles had stayed here not to compete with Olivia's stubbornness—he was just worried and wanted to personally accompany her so that if she needed anything, he could take care of it immediately.

At first, he didn't notice Olivia's restlessness and continued working intently.

Later, when Olivia kept turning over in bed too frequently, he worried she was uncomfortable and turned to look at her.

At that moment, Olivia had just turned around, and their eyes met. Olivia immediately felt awkward.

She froze for a moment and was about to turn back over when Charles pressed her down with one hand. "Olivia, what's wrong? Are you uncomfortable? I'll call the doctor right now, don't be scared."

As he spoke, Charles pulled out his phone to make the call.

"Don't..."