When She Walks Away (Teresa) novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272

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When Charles mentioned going home with him, his expression was serious–there wasn’t even a hint of teasing in his eyes–so Teresa didn’t overthink it.

So, she simply replied with a hint of resistance, “Joyacre Villa and Brocade Villa are your homes, not mine. I’m not going back with you.”

Seeing Teresa’s refusal, Charles’s face darkened. He lowered his voice and said, “Don’t forget what I told you before.”

Teresa blinked, momentarily confused, and asked Charles, “What did you say?”

Just then, the light switched to green.

The street was packed with cars, and Charles’s ride crawled along, hemmed in by the traffic.

Teresa fixed her gaze on Charles’s profile, confusion flickering in her eyes, as she heard him say in a chillingly calm tone, “We’re doing this again.”

Honestly, even if Charles hadn’t brought it up, Teresa would have remembered those things herself.

But given how serious he had looked just now, she really didn’t expect him to mention that.

Besides, there really wasn’t any reason for them to do it again.

She just hadn’t expected him to actually say it out loud.

Once Teresa figured out what Charles was after, she suddenly didn’t care anymore about who had spilled the news about Wendy Stone.

Charles only knew because he simply had the ability to find out.

But if someone else had spread it, with Wendy Stone’s kind of influence, it would’ve at least hit the trending searches.

Yet, the trending lists were completely silent when it came to Wendy Stone.

Once she had sorted it all out in her head, Teresa finally managed to calm down. She turned to Charles and said, “You’re driving, so I’m not going to argue with you. The only reason we’re even in the same car tonight is because of Yolanda.”

With that, she fell silent.

Charles, on the other hand, kept stealing glances at Teresa.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that she had changed.

Teresa kept her eyes glued to her phone, but Troy still hadn’t replied. She just sent him a “?” in the chat.

When Troy still didn’t text back, Teresa finally explained to him in a message: “About what I said to you before–I only said that because things were so hectic at the time. Please don’t take it to heart. Hope you can forgive me.”

Meanwhile, Troy’s car was still parked, not budging an inch. He saw Teresa’s “?” pop up on his screen, but he just couldn’t bring himself to reply.

Then–another text came through from her.

Troy straightened up and glanced at his phone. This time, he saw Teresa’s explanation

As he read her words, all the gloom that had been weighing on hiur just melted away.

Troy was so happy he almost bounced out of his seat, but his head slammed right into the roof of the car, making him grimace and yelp in pain

As soon as the sting faded, he shot off a reply to Teresa with a goofy grin: “I know, I’ve known for a while. Ljust got jealous seeing you treat Charles so well–so I guess that’s why I acted all grumpy

The moment Teresa saw Troy’s reply, her heart finally settled down

She texted back “I wasn’t trying to be nice to him. There’s no way for us to go back to how things used to be between us. I know we’ll end up getting divorced eventually.”

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Troy started humming a tune as he read her reply, feeling on top of the world. He shot back: “I get it. No hard feelings.”

Teresa just sent a short “Mm.”

Seeing her quick reply. Troy didn’t overthink it and messaged again: “And don’t you let him lay a hand on you.”

Teresa let out a small laugh and texted back: “Mm.”

Troy: “And he can’t even get close. You need to keep at least a couple of meters between you two.”

Charles was driving, and Teresa didn’t dare keep her head down texting. She was worried he might start asking questions.

So, she kept her replies short and sweet: “Mm.”

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Troy still wasn’t satisfied. He kept texting her: “No way, you have to swear to me–the kind where you say ‘If I lie to you, I’m a puppy‘

Teresa replied, “Okay, okay.”

Troy insisted: “Nope! You have to say the whole thing. Promise me–if you ever lie to me, you’ll turn into a puppy.”

Teresa couldn’t win against him, so she gave in and typed it out in the chat.

But before she could finish typing, the car came to a stop.

Once at the hospital, Charles walked ahead, with Teresa trailing quietly behind him, lost in her own thoughts.

They soon arrived at the floor where Yolanda’s room was.

Just as they neared the door, the sound of Yolanda’s crying reached them.

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Inside, they heard Miss Naomi’s calm voice, trying to comfort her: “Yolanda, your daddy went to get your mommy. Auntie’s here with you, okay? How about we stop crying, hm?”

Yolanda gave a little nod, but tears still streamed down her cheeks.

Just as Naomi finished speaking, Charles pushed the door open and walked in.

As he stepped into the room, he saw Naomi cradling Yolanda, one arm propping her up from underneath and the other gently holding her back.

Naomi looked so drained, she was practically white as a sheet.

Without missing a beat, Charles walked over and said, “Naomi, hand Yolanda to me. You look exhausted.”

When Naomi saw Charles walk in, with Teresa right behind him, that weird sense of unease crept up on her all over again.

But she didn’t say a word–just obediently handed Yolanda over to Charles, no complaints at all.

As Charles took Yolanda into his arms, he leaned down and nuzzled her cheek affectionately.

After making sure she wasn’t running a fever, he finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Yolanda buried her face in Charles’s shoulder, her voice raspy as she called out, “Daddy.”

Hearing that, Charles’s heart felt all warm and fuzzy. He gently patted his daughter on the back and answered softly, “Daddy’s here. Daddy’s right here.”

Yolanda was feeling all woozy from her fever, but she still noticed Teresa standing off to the side in the room.

Even seeing her, Yolanda didn’t bother to say anything.

Charles noticed something wasn’t right and bent down to ask, “Mommy’s here too

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Yolanda glanced at Teresa for a moment, then quickly looked away.

Still nestled against Charles’s shoulder, she mumbled, “Daddy, I want Aunt Naomi to hold me.”