When She Turns Her Back (Teresa and Charles) novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197

With Wendy around, Teresa didn’t have time to spiral into her own thoughts. Her mood visibly lifted.

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As they talked, Teresa couldn’t help but ask about George.

Wendy explained that George kept finding new ways to try and contact her, but she ignored every single one.

Eight years of being together—and now, tearing him out of her life felt like ripping off a piece of her own flesh.

The love had been real, but so was the disappointment.

George not only cheated and was abusive, but he also treated Wendy like she was nothing more than his plaything.

Teresa felt genuinely relieved to see Wendy finally have the courage to walk away from someone like that.

Just then, a confused voice called out from behind them. “Mrs. Logan?”

Teresa turned to see Sharon standing there.

She gave her

a small smile in greeting.

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Sharon stepped into the gazebo and stood beside Teresa. She asked in a puzzled tone, “Mrs. Logan, Mr. Logan just came looking for you. Didn’t you see him?”

Teresa blinked in confusion, then shook her head. “No, I didn’t see him.”

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Sharon looked like she wanted to say more, but Teresa asked another question instead. “Oh, by the way, how’s Yolanda

“Mrs. Logan, Miss Yolanda’s already been moved to a regular room. She’s doing much better now -full of energy again,” Sharon replied.

Teresa let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good to hear.”

Teresa could tell Sharon had something on her mind, but she jumped in before Sharon could start, “Sharon, you go ahead and get back to your work. Wendy and I are going to walk around for a bit.”

With that, she took Wendy by the hand and quickly led her out of the gazebo.

Every time Sharon tried to get a word out, Teresa shut her down before she could say anything.

Seeing that, Sharon had no choice but to call Charles.

The hospital’s garden was spacious, and even though it was early winter, the air blossoms.

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till filled with the gentle fragrance of osmanthus

After a while, Wendy shot Teresa a meaningful look, hinting for her to glance over her shoulder.

Teresa turned and spotted Charles approaching slowly from the distance.

The morning mist hung thick in the air. Charles strode toward them, his black coat open, damp hair clinging to his forehead, the hem of his coat swirling slightly with each step he took through the fog.

As soon as Teresa realized it was Charles, her instincts kicked in and she started to walk away.

But he was quicker. He quickly stepped forward and called out to Wendy “Miss Stone, could you give us a moment? I need to speak with my wife privately.”

Wendy didn’t answer Charles–instead, she fixed her gaze on Teresa, waiting for her to make the call.

If Teresa said she didn’t want to stick around, Wendy would’ve whisked her away that very second.

But finally, Teresa patted Wendy’s hand and said in a low voice, “Why don’t you walk around for a hit?”

Wendy looked a little worried, but Teresa shot her a gentle smile and a look that said ‘don’t worry about me That was enough to convince Wendy to leave, even though she clearly didn’t want to.

Charles’s brow furrowed sharply when he saw Teresa standing in nothing but a thin, fluffy pajama set. “It’s so cold out–what are you

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doing out here dressed like that?”

Teresa slowly turned around and lifted her gaze to Charles. In just a couple smooth moves, he shrugged off his long black coat and wrapped it around her shoulders from behind.

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Just as the coat was about to settle on her, Teresa instinctively flinched away. “Charles, you really don’t have to- I don’t need you doing this for me.”

Charles was tall–he used his height and long arms to corral Teresa right in front of him, leaving her with absolutely nowhere to escape.

He pressed the coat firmly onto her shoulders, making sure she had no choice but to wear it.

After wrapping her in his coat, he kept his hands firmly on her shoulders, preventing her from taking it off. Leaning in, he said in a low voice, “Keep it on. We need to talk.”

The coat was so long that it nearly swallowed her whole.

She looked almost comical, like she’d been stuffed into a sack.

Teresa acted like she didn’t hear anything he’d just said. Instead, she changed the subject: “The air out here’s way better. Yolanda’s been stuck stuck in that cramped hospital room ever since her fever–maybe you could bring her out for some fresh air once in a while.”

And when Charles noticed Teresa wasn’t trying to shrug off his coat anymore, only then did he finally let go of her shoulders.

He replied simply, “Okay.”

Teresa leveled her gaze at Charles. “What exactly do you want to say?”

Charles gazed down at her, his eyes fixed on her face. “Are you feeling better?”

Teresa didn’t bother to answer, her tone impatient. “Just get to the point.”

Charles hesitated for a moment, then added with a rare trace of apology in his voice, “I went too far the other day. Don’t let it get to you.”

Teresa honestly couldn’t even remember which day he meant, and she didn’t care enough to ask.

None of that mattered to her anymore—it was all just noise in the background.

She gave a nonchalant shrug and said, “Don’t worry about it, I’m already used to stuff like this.”

Seeing Teresa so unfazed Charles tried to explain himself, “I didn’t know you had a fever that day, so I…”

But Teresa cut him off without missing a beat, “Yeah, got it.”

Her indifference made Charles’s heart tighten. He couldn’t hold it back–he quietly said, “Why don’t you move into Yolanda’s room? That way I can look after you both more easily.”

Teresa hadn’t expected him to come out with that. She blinked, caught off guard for a second, but recovered fast and shot him down directly, “Thanks, but no thanks.”

Charles opened his mouth to say something else, but Teresa cut him off before he could. She fixed him with a steady gaze and said, “Charles, in less than twenty days, it’s time for us to go to the local court and get the divorce paperwork done.”

Her words served as both a reminder–and a warning.

Seeing the distance in her eyes, Charles just gave a short, noncommittal, “Min.”

Teresa gave him a faint smile, shrugging off the coat and handing it back to him. “If there’s nothing else. I’m heading out.”

Charles didn’t take the coat right away. He said, “Seriously, it’s freezing–just keep it on, so you don’t get sick again.”

Teresa smiled, but her tone was firm. “I really don’t need it, thanks.”

She kept insisting, so Charles finally took it back.

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