All Chapters of May We Never Meet Again: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Nathan strode toward her with long, furious steps and grabbed her wrist roughly, yanking her sharply to his side with barely controlled violence. His grip was tight, possessive, burning with panic and jealousy all at once, his fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave marks."Who the hell is this guy?" he demanded harshly, his finger stabbing the air toward Caleb with aggressive accusation, his eyes blazing like fire. "Answer me, Charlotte!"Charlotte spun on him instantly, her own anger exploding to the surface like a volcano that had been dormant for far too long. "None of your business!" she snapped viciously, her eyes boiling with fury as she struggled against his iron hold. "Let go of me right now!"She jerked her hand violently, wrenching free from his grip with considerable effort, and moved straight back to Caleb's side as if drawn there by instinct and necessity. Without hesitation, she reached for Caleb's arm, grounding herself in his solid, reassuring presence."C

A sharp knock echoed through the apartment, cutting through the fragile calm that had settled in the room like a knife through silk. Charlotte stiffened instantly, her entire body going rigid. Her hands paused mid-movement as she packed the ointment back into the first-aid box with careful precision. Something about that knock felt wrong: too firm, too impatient, too aggressive."I'll get it," she said quietly, already rising to her feet with a sense of foreboding.Caleb nodded, watching her with a faint frown creasing his features. He had barely adjusted himself on the bed when Charlotte reached the door. The moment she pulled it open, her expression hardened dramatically.Nathan stood there in the doorway.His presence filled the entrance—uninvited, unwelcome, and heavy with unresolved anger and barely contained emotion. His suit jacket was gone, his shirt slightly rumpled and disheveled, his jaw tight with tension. His eyes swept past Charlotte immediately, searching the apartm

The urgent call from Marcel turned out to be strictly work-related, though it came at the worst possible time imaginable. A major client from New York—one Nathan had spent years carefully cultivating, had suddenly requested a face-to-face meeting, insisting emphatically that it had to be Nathan himself. Marcel had explained everything carefully over the phone, his tone respectful but strained, aware of how delicate the situation was with Nathan's current emotional state."Sir, this client doesn't take postponements lightly," Marcel had said, pacing anxiously in his office. "If we delay too long, they might pull out completely. We could lose the entire account."Nathan had stood by the hotel window, staring down at the glowing city below, his reflection faintly visible in the glass. His mind was elsewhere: on Charlotte, on Caleb, on everything slipping through his fingers like sand."Reschedule it," Nathan said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion."Sir—""I said reschedule it," Nath

"Charlie," Nathan said again, his voice breaking this time, stripped completely of the anger and arrogance that once defined him so thoroughly and completely. His eyes grew wet with unshed tears that threatened to spill over. "I can't live without you. You're the only one I love. The only one I've ever truly loved in my entire life."He took a step closer and lifted his hand slowly, carefully, aiming for her shoulder, desperate for any form of contact, as if touching her would anchor her and stop her from slipping away again like sand through his fingers. But Charlotte noticed the movement instantly, her senses sharper than ever. She shifted back quickly, her heels scraping lightly against the concrete floor of the balcony, deliberately creating distance between them.Her lips curved into a bitter smile, one that held no warmth at all, no forgiveness."Nathan," she said slowly, her voice calm but cutting, each word deliberate and measured with precision. "You say you love me, but y

"The number you dialed is not available—"Johnson cut the call before the robotic voice could finish. His thumb trembled as he lowered the phone, then immediately raised it again to redial. The call didn't connect. Straight to voicemail.He began pacing from one end of the living room to the other, his polished shoes striking sharply against the marble floor. His usually composed appearance was gone. His tie hung loose, his hair slightly disheveled, his breathing uneven."Why isn't she picking up?" he muttered under his breath, then louder, frustration spilling over. "Why isn't Celine picking up?"On the couch, Megan sat with one leg crossed over the other, her posture far calmer than her husband's. She scrolled through her phone as if she were browsing shopping catalogs instead of worrying about her missing daughter."Relax," she said lazily without lifting her eyes from the screen. "Maybe she and Nathan are busy having some alone time." She shrugged lightly. "You know how newlywed