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

Chapter 47 I've Seen You Before

Charlotte jumped, startled. She turned to find herself face-to-face with a man whose features were striking yet unnervingly pale. His eyes bore into her with an intensity that made her uneasy, and the mole at the corner of his eye added an almost otherworldly allure.

He gripped Charlotte's arm tightly, and the pressure made her wince in pain.

"Excuse me, sir. Who are you? Could you let go of me?" Charlotte tried to pull her arm free.

But the man's hold only tightened.

Charlotte gasped in pain.

“Jayce!”

Arthur's cold voice rang out, cutting through the tense moment. "Let her go."

"Jayce? Jayce Caldwell?" Charlotte thought in disbelief, her eyes widening. She hadn't realized the man before she was Edward's grandson, Jayce.

The room had been dim that day, and she hadn't gotten a good look at him.

"I remember you," Jayce said, ignoring Arthur entirely. His eyes remained fixed on Charlotte.

"Could you please release me first?" Charlotte's voice wavered as she felt the blood draining from her arm.

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Jayce didn't seem to hear her. "I've seen you before," he repeated.

It was only then that Charlotte realized the gravity of the situation.

The day she went upstairs, she had tried to enter the room, but he had dropped something, knocking her mask off.

She realized that he might have seen her face at that time.

After all, she had been married to Arthur for five years, and she had never seen Jayce!

She thought, "This is bad.

If he keeps talking, Arthur may discover my secret identity."

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Her heart raced as she hastily nodded. “Oh, sir, maybe you saw me at our

wedding? I'm so sorry. I've lost

my

memory and don't remember much. May I ask who you are?"

Jayce pressed his lips together, his gaze stubbornly locked on her. "I've seen you," he insisted.

Charlotte froze.

She thought, "What does he want from me?"

Arthur stepped in, prying Jayce's hand off Charlotte's arm. He frowned and asked, "Did you come alone?"

Jayce shook off Arthur's hand and

continued staring at Charlotte.

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Arthur stepped between them, his tone icy. "Jayce, she's my wife, Charlotte."

At these words, Jayce's expression flickered with a change in emotion, his eyes momentarily revealing a crack of vulnerability. His already pale face seemed even more fragile as if he had been struck by a deep sense of loss.

Charlotte's heart pounded. She feared Jayce might say something that would expose her.

But looking at his broken, sorrowful expression, she suddenly felt a twinge of pity for him.

Jayce parted his lips, and after a long pause, he hoarsely said, "It's my pleasure to meet you, Charlotte."

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Charlotte quickly nodded. "Nice to meet you."

Arthur frowned. "Didn't Delia come with you?"

Jayce had severe depression and uncontrollable mood swings. Delia Becker, his bodyguard, had been by his side for years.

Jayce said nothing, his gaze occasionally drifting back to Charlotte.

Feeling uneasy under his scrutiny, Charlotte excused herself. "I'll go to the restroom."

She didn't want to be exposed. She knew she needed to come up with a plan.

Soon, Delia arrived, her face full of worry.

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"I'm sorry, Mr. Caldwell. I should have stayed with you the whole time."noveldrama

Jayce looked down, silent, his demeanor distant and guarded.

Arthur's eyes softened briefly with

helplessness. "Do you like being at events

like this?"

"No," Jayce rasped.

"Then go home," Arthur said.

Jayce replied, "I came to find someone."