I Fought for His Future. Now I’m Fighting for Myself novel Chapter 2

Even with her mind made up, Charlotte still felt completely drained.

When she got home, she barely managed to wash up before crawling under the blanket, staring blankly at the white wall.

By the time Sean came home, he found her lying in bed, eyes red and lips pale.

His chest tightened. He rushed over, pulled back the covers, and instinctively reached for her calf. He asked with tension in his voice."Charlotte, why are you crying? Is your leg hurting again?"

Was she crying? It was only then that Charlotte realized her cheeks were wet. She touched her face, almost surprised.

Pathetic. She had told herself not to cry.

It took a while before she managed to steady her emotions and curl her lips into a faint smile. "It's nothing. I probably got caught in the rain earlier."

Sean frowned. "You went out in this weather? You never listen to me, do you?"

Years ago, she had thrown herself in front of a group of thugs to protect him, and her leg had been shattered. Though the bone had healed, the injury left her with pain every time it rained.

Whenever it flared up, he would massage her leg gently, inch by inch, with quiet care and tenderness.

He was doing it again now, muttering under his breath as his hands moved with practiced familiarity. However, Charlotte's gaze drifted to his fingers.

On his right hand, the ring finger was bare. It should have held a silver band, one that matched hers.

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