When She Walks Away (Teresa) novel Chapter 133

Troy’s suggestive explanation, combined with his devil–may–care grin, was enough to let everyone’s imagination run wild.

‘The woman who’s always right by my side? Isn’t she probably the one sharing his bed?‘ someone couldn’t help but wonder.

Troy’s reputation as a ladies‘ man was no secret, and everyone shot each other understanding looks.

The group around Troy said something, and everyone just burst out laughing. Teresa shot a quick glance at Troy before looking away.

Good thing she hadn’t bought into any of his talk; otherwise, seeing him coming and going with another woman, she’d probably be really upset right now.

The boy she was holding noticed Teresa was zoning out and tugged at her sleeve. “Miss?”

Teresa snapped back to herself and gave him a warm smile. “Okay,”

She quickly jotted down her phone number on a slip of paper and handed it to him.

The boy took the note, carefully tucked it into his pocket, and said, “Thank you, Miss.”

Just then, a deep, pleasant voice called out from behind them, “Zane, come here.”

Teresa turned around and saw a man in glasses, dressed in a sleek, iron–gray suit that made him look serious and mature. His neatly trimmed hair barely touched his ears, and his sharp eyebrows and deep–set eyes gave him a striking face.

But there was no smile on his face; he looked all business, like he didn’t want anyone getting too close.

The little boy, who had been sitting on Teresa’s lap, slid down as soon as he heard the voice. He looked up at the man and called out happily, “Hi, Daddy.”

The man reached out to the boy with a chilly tone. “Come here.”

The boy pouted as he slipped his chubby little hand into the man’s, dragging out a reluctant, “Yeah.”

The whole time, the man didn’t even glance at Teresa–not once.

But the little boy, as his dad led him away, turned back and smiled at Teresa. “Goodbye, Miss.”

Teresa waved back. “Goodbye.”

They’d only just met, and she never even got his name. Still, Teresa couldn’t help but like the kid; he was really well–behaved.

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After watching the boy and his dad leave, Teresa glanced back and caught sight of Charles and Naomi making their way down from the second floor together.

As soon as they came down, the group that had been fawning over Troy instantly swarmed Charles instead, falling over themselves to flatter him

Teresa didn’t pay any mind to all the social posturing going on. She was just about to turn around and grab a bite when something nudged her from behind

Before she could even process what happened, a gentle, embarrassed voice piped up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’ll pay for your dress, okay?”

Teresa turned to see a woman in a pale blur, floor–length gown; she looked younger than Teresa, maybe by a few years.

The woman was clutching a small plate loaded with food drenched in capsicol. The food had tumbled onto the floor, and the oily sauce was running everywhere, dripping down the plate.

Teresa quickly figured out the girl inust’ve splashed capsicol onto her dress.

Seeing how genuinely apologetic the girl was, Teresa could tell it was just an accident, so she waved it off and said, “No need.”

With that, Teresa left the dining area and made her way to the restroom

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Standing in front of the mirror, Teresa turned around and saw that a big patch of her back was splattered with chili oil.

Her pure white dress was stained, and it didn’t look nearly as nice anymore. She tried to wipe it off herself, but no matter how hard she twisted, she just couldn’t reach it.

Even if Teresa could, there was no way she’d get it clean, so she just gave up.

Teresa straightened, wiping her hands with a tissue as she answered, “I really don’t know.”

Charles shifted his stance, crossing his arms as he looked at her. “I saw it clearly; she did it on purpose. Did you offend someone?”

Charles might not know if the Logan Family could be that petty, but Teresa sure did.

She turned around and met Charles’s eyes without flinching. “It’s the weekend. On Monday, let’s go to the registry office and get our marriage certificate reissued. Then we’ll move on with the process.”

Charles watched her, trying to read any emotion on her face, but she was completely unfazed. He couldn’t help but probe, “Do we really have to rush this?”

He leaned in, his presence effortlessly enveloping Teresa, casting his shadow over her.

Teresa lifted her chin, clearly annoyed, and shot back, “So what exactly do you want?”

Charles curled his lip, his tone mocking. “You really think I’m only good for three minutes?”

Teresa shot him a glare. “I’ve seen it for myself. You think I’m making it up?”

Charles suddenly lifted her chin, staring straight into her eyes, his voice laced with challenge. “How about we go another round? See for yourself.”

Teresa found his touch way too familiar, and just thinking about that hand on Naomi made her skin crawl. She shoved him away, snapping. “Charles, save it. Monday, we get the certificate, and that’s it.”

Charles’s gaze followed Teresa as she walked away, lingering on the mess staining the back of her dress. He couldn’t help but frown.

When Teresa got back to the event hall. Wendy had already come down from upstairs. She walked over to Teresa, looking confused. “Where did you go? I’ve been looking for you forever.”

Teresa gave her a quick smile. “Just went to freshen up in the restroom.”

Wendy noticed the stain on Teresa’s back and frowned “What happened to your dress?”

Teresa forced a smile. “It’s nothing, really. Don’t worry about it, let’s not ruin the mood.”

Wendy was about to ask more, but a group nearby all turned to stare at them, their looks sharp and judgmental.

They weren’t far away, and their gossiping was loud enough for Teresa and Wendy to catch every word.

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“Is that the woman who’s been trying to get with Miss Sandhurst’s dad?”

“Yeah, Miss Sandhurst just said it’s the one with the oil stain on her back. She goes after married men, stirs up drama in their families, and even when they tell her off, she keeps throwing herself at them for free.”

“Disgusting, how does a woman like that even get invited to these events?”

“Seriously, she looks all prim and proper, but who knew she was just a sly seductress?”

“Seriously, she looks all prim and proper, but who knew she was just a sly seductress.”

Wendy turned to Teresa, her confusion clear. “Are they talking about you?”

Teresa felt a bit lost, but nodded hesitantly. “I think so?”

Wendy couldn’t hold back anymore and was about to storm over and confront them, but Teresa grabbed her arm and shook her head. “Let’s listen a bit more. I want to see just how wild their stories get.”

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