Chapter 96: Chapter 96
" Are you well?
At the sound of her husband's voice, Charlie looked away from the fountain in front of her, trying to control the conflicting emotions that battled in her chest. Walking closer to him, she let herself be wrapped in his arms, feeling instantly calmer as she counted.
" I am yes. It's just that... " looking again at the fountain that held so many memories, Charlie sighed " I suffered so much in this place... But now it will be destroyed and I will be able to turn this page of my life completely... Yeah. .. " she struggled to put into words what she was feeling, but she couldn't " I don't know... I think it's a lot to process...
“I understand, dear. Don't worry. “ he hugged her by the shoulders, watching the fountain with her “ We have the whole afternoon to do the last inspection and get the keys. Like you said there's nothing you want to take from here, so there's no rush.
“Anthony would be a beast, wouldn't he? “She muttered to herself, though she knew he would too.” He loved this place because, at least in his narcissistic mind, it was a testament to his intelligence and victory. You probably saw it in front of you, but he loved to brag about how smart he was in his youth, getting out of poverty when he got involved with my mother and made sure to get her pregnant as soon as possible, just to have access to the Foster money ... " Charlie had the instinct to hug herself, but ended up putting her hands on Morgan's arms, which were still wrapped around her, which immediately made her feel comforted " I can't even remember when it was the first time than hearing him say that when I was a child, one of the few times I managed to see him, but I remember perfectly the time my grandfather found me crying in my room. I was feeling terrible, knowing my dad was trash and feeling like I had helped him cheat on my mom, as well as killing her in childbirth...
" What? “ Morgan gasped, dumbfounded “ But of course not! You were just a baby....
“That's exactly what he told me…” Charlie recalled, with a wistful sigh “I must have only been about 7 or 8 at the time, but I remember he scolded me for even thinking about it. It may sound crazy, but it was the fact that he got mad at me for thinking that that showed me how wrong I was. “ she laughed sadly “ Grandpa hated injustice and knowing that he thought it was wrong for me to compare myself to Aro made me realize that in fact I shared nothing with him but blood. Before he died in the hospital, one of the things Grandpa told me was that the greatest joy in his life was knowing that I was smart enough to know that my father didn't deserve my love or trust, so I would never waste my heart. with him and wouldn't even run the risk of being deceived... Maybe Anthony also knew that he would never get anything from me and that's why he made it clear that he hated me... " Charlie reflected, with a murmur.
“He hated you because he was a greedy, manipulative jerk who wasn't capable of loving anyone but himself. “ Morgan reflected, hugging tighter “ That's why he approached someone like Samantha, wanting to make her a trophy wife. And that's exactly what ended up taking his life.
“Am I too mean to hope that he's watching me sell his mansion to a demolition company and donate all the money he's accumulated in his life to charity? “ she smiled as she looked up at her husband, enjoying that mental image very much.
" Not even a little. “ Morgan returned a smile as satisfied as hers “In fact, I hope the demon has provided a box for him in hell, so that Anthony can see everything firsthand.
" That's why I love you..." she laughed softly, turning her attention to the old-fashioned fountain again " But I confess that I am sad to know that this little guy will turn to dust too. I mean, it's not like I want to take him out of here and put him in the middle of our apartment. “ she shrugged, making him laugh “ But, well, that's where we met. As hellish as the three years I've spent here have been, I can't think of anything but good thoughts when I'm in this place.
" Yes... It's probably the last time we'll have the opportunity to be in this place... " Morgan reflected, thoughtful, and Charlie felt him move his arms away from her waist " So, I think the best thing to do is make that moment as special as possible.
Thinking he was talking about a little make-out session in the bushes, Charlie turned to him with her arms tight, ready to attack him with her kisses…until she realized that he had dropped to one knee in front of her. And even though it was pretty obvious what was going on there, she just couldn't believe it when he pulled a small box out of his pocket and held it out to her, before opening it to reveal a beautiful ring covered with three large diamonds and small colored stones.
“Charlotte Foster Sullivan…” before he even started to speak, Charlie was already crying “Things between us always happen in the most unpredictable way possible. I met you here, a little too soon, when you threw yourself into that fountain chasing a rabbit. I ran away from how I felt about you for years and then simply announced that I was going to have a fake marriage with you, without giving you the opportunity to have a decent proposal, the party of your dreams or a romantic honeymoon. But today, in the very place where we met, I want to fix all that. “ he smiled, emotional, before asking the crucial question, reciting each word slowly “Will you marry me again, wife?
“Of course I do, husband. “ she laughed through her tears, throwing herself at him without catching twice, causing them both to fall onto the grass.
Not that it mattered, of course. To Charlie, and she knew to her husband as well, nothing in the world mattered more than the touch of his lips on hers and their arms around each other. With a moan of pure joy, she climbed onto his waist and continued to undulate over him like a kitten, bursting with happiness at this marriage proposal she hadn't even realized she wanted to hear about. In their hearts they had been married from the moment he had placed the rings that had once belonged to Isabella Sullivan in her hand. Because of that, because her heart thought there was no reason to think about formality like an engagement or a honeymoon, Charlie's mind hadn't even considered the possibility of one day being proposed in that way, so much wanted it.
But here was her husband, handing her something even Charlie didn't know he wanted.
In pure ecstasy, she continued to kiss him without any hurry, without worrying that the realtor was waiting for them in his office, across town, to receive the keys to the mansion and finalize the sale with the company that owned it. had bought from Charlie. It was the last chance they had to fulfill an old dream of hers, after all: the dream of kissing him in that garden, which made her feel almost like she was an impulsive and passionate girl again, " a part of her brain told her. that she still was, but Charlie ignored her solemnly “enjoying the kiss she always wanted from the man she was in love with.
And it was precisely thinking about the dreams that she once had in that place that she realized something suddenly, moving away from Morgan, completely out of breath.
" What there was? he gasped, confused.
“We're alone here, with no one to interrupt us…” she rambled, her eyes widening more and more, as realization dawned on her “And it's the last and only time we're going to have that opportunity. Do you know what that means?
" No. “ Morgan raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “What does it mean?
“I'll show you…” she laughed, getting up from the lawn and starting to pull off the dress she was wearing, causing Morgan to gasp.
“ You want to do this here...? ’ but his question, said in a half-dazed, half-excited tone, was cut short when she threw herself into the fountain’s water in her underwear, letting out a loud laugh as the cold, clear water, recently turned on so the mansion could be cleaned. opened for the visitation of future buyers, touched your skin.
“Sorry I ruined your clothes. “ she smiled widely as she watched him approach, although there were only a few splatters on him.
" Why did you do that? “He gave a breathy laugh, putting the box with the ring in his pocket again, before approaching her with his hands outstretched, presumably to help her to her feet“ she Were you that excited about the idea of remembering the past?
“I think I hurt my ankle…” she pouted slyly, making him stop immediately.
" You what...? “He asked, although a glimmer of understanding was starting to come over her face.
“I will have to accept your offer to take me to my room, Mr. Sullivan…” Charlie held out his arms to him, using that naive tone she knew goaded him on “I think I really need some help. It hurts so much...
“Oh, poor little girl…” Morgan purred, picking up her dress from the floor before lifting her in his arms, smirking, “Don't worry, I'll take good care of you when we get to your room.
“Thank you, Mr. Sullivan…" she melted into his arms, as Morgan carried her through the same corridors they had gone through almost four years ago "If there's anything I can do to repay you, just let me know…
“Well, I can think of a thing or two…” he murmured against her ear, his warm breath tickling the back of her neck "But, First, tell me: is your father at home?
“Yes, he is in his office. Charlie fantasized, wondering how furious Anthony would be to learn that Morgan, the same partner he complained about all the time for always taking her side, was now not only her husband, but would have fulfilled that fantasy of hers much longer ago. , if it weren't for the circumstances at the time “ It's close to my room, so you can stop by after we're done. “ That was a lie, as Anthony's office was always on the ground floor, but she felt her panties wet by adding that small risk of getting caught to her forbidden fantasy “But my stepmother is always hanging around the house. I think we better lock the door when we're alone...
“I think it's a great idea…” he smiled wickedly, looking as excited about that theater as she was “I'm going to need privacy so I can take care of you the way I want…
“And how are you going to do that? “ she laid her head against his chest, when they finally entered her old room, now almost without furniture, and Morgan placed her on the thin white sheet that covered the mattress “ Because, honestly, I don't think bandages are going to help me ... Maybe something else is needed... " She lifted her leg towards him, pretending to show her ankle as she placed her foot in his crotch, gently stroking the already hard shape of his cock under his jeans.