The Cherished Wife novel Chapter 663

Charles, feeling Janet's arms around his waist, squinted slightly. A fierce glint appeared in his eyes. "Let go!" His voice was icy, echoing loudly in the open space.

Janet was taken aback for a second but quickly shook her head, desperate. "Don't go, Charles. Please?" She clung to him even tighter. "You care about me, don't you? I'm begging you, don't leave. I know you're mad at Aunt, but don't let that affect us. I haven't done anything wrong!"

"This is the last time I'm saying this. Let go!" Charles's brows were furrowed in frustration, but Janet's grip remained firm.

Charles's frown deepened. "Three strikes, Janet." He laid his hand on hers, and she beamed, thinking he was finally giving in. However, he squeezed it hard, shattering her moment of hope.

Charles's grip was so tight it felt like he could snap her bones. There was not a shred of gentleness in his touch.

Janet's scream pierced the air as her face drained of color. "Charles, it hurts! Let go, please! It's so painful!"

"Let go!" Charles demanded. However, Janet clung on, defiant. "No! I won't let go even if you break my hand. If I let go, you'll walk away! I can't let you do that."

With her lip caught between her teeth, Janet looked up at Charles with hurt in her eyes. "Charles, you can't do this to me. I'm your..."

"That's enough. This is the last time I’ll let this go," Charles said, his voice icy as he stood tall with his hands clasped behind him. "Touch me again without asking, and it won't just be a scare like today.

"You're a Baker and my sister. Remember who you are when you speak. If you can't, then it's not just the Hoffmans who'll turn their backs on you. I'll make sure the Bakers do too. You know I have the power for that," he added, his last words meant as a dagger to Clarisse.