The Betrayed Heiress Is Now the CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216

A faint pale light spread across the horizon. Moming broke slowly, and the soft glow of dawn filtered through the glass window, gently falling across Charlotte’s face, illuminating her pale and exhausted features.

She had spent the entire night sitting by the window, unmoving. It wasn’t until sunrise that she finally drifted off, resting lightly a

lott, resting lightly against the glass.

Even then, her sleep was shallow and restless. She kept walding from fragments of dreams–all of them about Sean

In the last dream, she saw Sean standing hand in hand with Lucinda. There was a soft simile in his eyes, his expression glowing with happiness. He told her he was getting married and asked her to come to the wedding.

In the dream, Charlotte cried.

When she woke up, her face was streaked with real tears.

There was a knock at the door.

“Miss Riley? Are you awake?” Mrs. Sanders called gently from outside. “Lunch is ready.”

Charlotte wiped her tears and walked over to the door, pulling it open.

“You go ahead and eat, Mrs. Sanders. I need to take a shower and get changed. I’ll come down after.”

Mrs. Sanders noticed how pale and worn out she looked. There were dark circles under her eyes. She hesitated, then asked carefully, “Did you not sleep well last might, Miss Riley?”

Mrs. Sanders didn’t use Twitter. She had no idea about the scandal, or that Charlotte and Sean had once been engaged–or that the engagement had now been

broken off.

She simply assumed the two were dating, and that Sean genuinely cared. He had instructed her clearly to take good care of Charlotte, and seeing her in this state, Mrs Sanders couldn’t help but be concerned.

Charlotte was beyond exhausted.

She had barely slept five hours and even

even that had been broken, shallow cest

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” she replied, voire low and weary.

Mrs. Sanders didn’t prese further.

“All right, then. You go take your shower. I’ll keep the food warm in the pot, otherwise it’ll get cold.”

“Thank you,” Chadotte murmured.

“No need to thank me. It’s my job,” Mrs. Sanders said kindly before heading downstairs.

Charlotte quietly dosed the door, leaned back against it, then slowly slid to the floor, her back pressed against the wood.

She hadn’t eaten anything since the day before. On top of that, she had gone the entire night without sleep. Her body was at its limit—completely drained, limp and shaky, her face as pale as if she would come down with a serious illness.

sitting against the door, her fingers gripped her phone so tightly they had gone numb.

It was Desmond.

She remembered he had said he would send someone to pick her up today. She answered the call.

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