Chapter 47
Charlotte’s POV:
The door opened, revealing a middle–aged housekeeper.
“Where is Alexander Kingsley?” I asked, my voice tense.
“Mr Kingsley isn’t home. May I ask who you are?” she inquired.
Jason quickly stepped forward. “Auntie Chen, my uncle isn’t here?”
“Jason, Mr Kingsley hasn’t been home for quite some time. I’m here today for my scheduled cleaning.”
I could see the expression of relief washing over Jason’s face, mirroring my feelings, though I tried not to show it.
“Let me introduce you. This is my uncle’s wife, Charlotte Cole. Aunt Charlotte, this is Auntie Chen, who’s responsible for cleaning the Marin County villa.”
My hands relaxed, and my shoulders dropped with relief. I thanked her softly.
Back in the car, exhaustion washed over me like a tide. I closed my eyes and said, “Let’s go home.”
“There are still two more places,” Jason reminded me. “Don’t you want to check them?”
I shook my head. “I’m tired of searching.” Whether Alexander was cheating or not, I was too exhausted to continue this mad pursuit.
Jason, sensing my fatigue, started the engine and drove toward Nob Hill.
Upon entering the bedroom, I immediately collapsed onto the bed. The tears I’d been holding back burst forth like a breaking dam, soaking the pillowcase. I cried until my chest hurt and my eyes burned.
By evening, Alexander still hadn’t returned.
Jason eventually persuaded me to come out to the living room to watch television. I sat on the leather sofa, absentmindedly staring at the high–definition screen while occasionally glancing toward the driveway. James had already returned in his Bentley, but Alexander’s Rolls–Royce was still nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, an idea occurred to me.
“Jason, help me move a table,” I said, abruptly standing up.
Confused but curious, Jason followed me to the storage room, where we found an antique long table.
“Where do you want to put it?” he asked as we carried it out.
“Block the front door.”
His eyebrows shot up, but he helped me position the expensive Victorian–era table across the mansion’s main entrance, completely blocking the pathway.
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Chapter 47
1 made a trip to the bathroom, retrieving a bottle of disinfectant spray and toilet cleaner. Then I turned and grabbed a bottle of high–concentration bleach.
At exactly eight o’clock, the distinctive hum of Alexander’s luxury car finally entered the driveway. When he reached the oak front door, Alexander found his path completely blocked by the antique table. Before he could say anything, I stepped forward with the disinfectant spray and began spraying it on his face and coat.
“Charlotte, what are you doing?” he exclaimed, raising his arms to shield his face. “Why are you spraying alcohol on me?”
“Disinfecting, I replied coldly.
Just when he thought the alcohol attack was over, I grabbed the toilet cleaner and aimed it at his leather shoes.
“Charlotte! Enough!” he shouted. “What is going on?”
“First disinfection, now sanitizing,” I said flatly.
But I wasn’t finished. My gaze drifted to the bottle of high–concentration bleach on the table. Victoria and Jason quickly intervened, grabbing my arms and taking the toilet cleaner from my hands.
“Charlotte, please tell me what happened that made you so angry?” Victoria asked, with genuine concern in her voice.
Jason hurriedly created a gap in the barricade to let Alexander in. As he entered, Jason whispered, “Uncle, you’re in big trouble. She’s been looking for you all afternoon.”
After hearing Jason’s words, Alexander turned his gaze toward my red–rimmed eyes, his severe expression imperceptibly softening.
“Charlotte, come here,” he said, his voice gentle.
I broke free from Victoria’s grip and lunged for the bleach bottle, intending to squeeze it all over Alexander’s custom- tailored suit.
Jason acted quickly, snatching the bleach from my hands.
“Don’t do that,” he warned. “You’ll ruin his clothes and might hurt someone.”
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