《A Second Chance with My Husband in the Past》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Charlotte sat stiffly in the back of the cab, her breath shallow as she stared into the compact mirror in her trembling hand. Her lower lip throbbed painfully; a smudge of blood stained the torn edge, mingling with the remnants of ruined lipstick. She pressed a tissue delicately to the wound, dabbing away the dark crimson with sharp, frustrated motions. Her messy hair fell in disarray around her face, tendrils stubbornly escaping the hurried attempts she’d made to fix it. A red mark stood out sharply on her wrist, a harsh imprint left by Howard’s iron grip—a painful reminder of his brutal kiss.Her eyes, fierce and burning, locked onto her reflection, hate bubbling up inside her like a storm finally unleashed. “Damn him,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “That arrogant bastard thinks he owns me, like I’m some prize he can just take whenever he wants.” She tapped furiously on the mirror’s cool surface.Another glance at her reflection, blood still fresh on her chin. “He’ll regret thi

Charlotte got into the car. Joseph glanced at her and said, “Seatbelt,” his tone crisp and authoritative. She quietly fastened her seatbelt, settling into her seat as Joseph started the engine.There was an uneasy silence before Joseph spoke, formally but not without feeling. “Dr. Valco, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to you the way I did earlier.”Charlotte was surprised; she wasn’t expecting an apology after all that had happened. She answered honestly, “No, Dr. Carman, it was my fault. I didn’t realize you were the senior surgeon on our team, and I even doubted your ability. It’s on me that I couldn’t handle such a critical situation. You were right—I do need to learn how to control my emotions.”Listening, Joseph slowed the car until he stopped completely by the roadside, turning to look at her. Charlotte worried that she might have said something wrong, but Joseph’s expression softened.“You were right in your own way,” Joseph replied quietly. “I appreciate that even in a cri

In a private dressing room, Charlotte stood in front of the mirror, the delicate fabric of a stunning gown flowing around her. A stylist adjusted the fit carefully, whispering compliments. “You look breathtaking, Charlotte. This dress was made for you.”Outside the room, Howard paced restlessly, his irritation barely contained. When a staff member approached with a fitting for him, his tone snapped sharply. “Hurry it up. This is a trial, and I’m not here to waste time.”The staff flinched but maintained professionalism. “Of course, Mr. Carter. We’ll ensure everything is perfectly timed.”As the curtain pulled away, Charlotte and Howard found their eyes instantly locked—a moment suspended in disbelief. Charlotte’s heart skipped; those were the eyes of the man she married, the man she once fell deeply for. Against her will, a magnetic pull tugged her toward him again, a familiar spark flickering to life deep within. She hurriedly lowered her gaze, but Howard’s eyes never wavered.“Can w

Anastasia stormed into the dimly lit hideout where the attackers were gathered, her eyes blazing with fury.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” she yelled, slamming her fist on the table. “I told you to only injure Charlotte, not Howard!”One of the men, leaning back with a smirk, shot back, “Well, maybe if you had told us that Howard would be there, we’d have been more careful.”Another chimed in, “You didn’t say anything about keeping Howard safe. You just said hurt Charlotte. We did what you paid us for!”Anastasia’s face twisted in anger. “I never said Charlotte was alone! You idiots were supposed to only hurt Charlotte, What kind of amateurs are you?”The men shrugged, unfazed by her outrage. “Maybe it's on you for not being clear. We do the job; you give the orders.”Anastasia clenched her fists, her voice dripping with venom. “You’ve screwed this up big time. Listen up! The cops are involved now. Both Charlotte and Howard have given their statements. This isn't just som

“How dare you trick me—give me that sleeping injection without my consent? Two whole days... I’ve been lying in this useless room, wasting away. Do you have any idea how many important things I have to do? Ever since you came into my life, everything has gone to hell.”He was too angry to realize how close he was standing to Charlotte. She said nothing, her eyes locked on his, steady and unflinching.At last, she spoke, her voice low, calm but firm, “Howard, you’re not well. You needed rest. What I did—it was for your own good.”“Shut up!” Howard’s voice cracked like a whip. “I don’t need you to care about me. Yeah, you pulled me out of the car—thanks for that. But that doesn’t give you the right to control my life!”Without thinking, his hands shot up, gripping Charlotte’s neck tightly. His grip was fierce but not cruel, a desperate expression etched across his face.Charlotte met his gaze without fear. She saw the fire inside him—the stubbornness, the pain—and she knew that no matte