Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur) novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207 Not Letting Him on the 

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Charlotte, drunk and oblivious to his threats, was lost in memories of the past. Her anguish deepened, tears streaking her face and blurring her vision. 

Arthur got up and stepped away from her bed. She quieted, clutching the blanket as though it were armor, wrapping herself tightly and peeking out with wary, tear–filled eyes. 

His heart felt gripped by a spiked hand, suffocating and aching. This unfamiliar sensation made Arthur frown deeply. He hated it but couldn’t shake it off. 

Was her memory of their wedding night so vivid because of the hypnosis earlier? 

Irritated, he suddenly regretted subjecting her to hypnosis. 

Turning, he reached for his clothes, pulling out a cigarette and holding it between his lips. Just as he was about to light it, a 

sharp voice rang out. 

“No smoking!” 

Arthur looked up to see her slender arm poking out from the blanket, pointing at him with an air of bossy defiance. 

The cigarette bobbed between his lips as he let out a laugh, equal parts amused and annoyed. 

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She wouldn’t let him on the bed or let him smoke? How domineering could she get? 

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He walked over, his gaze dark and intent. “You won’t even let me on the bed, so what gives you the right to boss me around, huh?” 

Charlotte ignored his words, focused only on her world. This was her house, and she wouldn’t allow the smell of smoke to 

taint it. 

“No smoking,” she repeated stubbornly. 

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s resolute, though her voice was heavy from crying. 

Suddenly, Arthur grabbed her hand and pulled her up with one swift motion. The blanket slipped away, and the light spilled over her creamy skin, highlighting her soft curves. 

His hand moved over her roughly, venting his frustration, but her soft warmth made his movements instinctively gentler. 

“But I need a smoke. What do you suggest I do about it?” 

Charlotte swatted his hand away. “Stop touching me.” 

“Do 

you remember this is our wedding night? I’m your husband; touching you is only natural,” Arthur said, the cigarette still between his lips. As he spoke, his sharp, handsome features carried a roguish charm, his half–lidded eyes gleaming with amusement as he stared at her drunken state. 

Her eyes were still red, and she wrinkled her nose at his words. “If I’d known you’d be so cold and heartless, I wouldn’t have 

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married you. It was just one night–chalk it up to experience.” 

She looked regretful, frustration flickering in her eyes. 

Arthur spat out the cigarette and grabbed the back of her head, kissing her fiercely. 

Earlier, he had been mindful of her drunken antics, choosing not 

to argue. 

But he didn’t like what she’d just said. 

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ivorce were on the tip of her tongue, as if marrying 

him had been the worst decision of her life.