When She Walks Away (Teresa) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Charles’s expression darkened at Teresa’s cold refusal.

After a moment, he countered, “Isn’t this something you should be doing?

He meant as his wife, she should be ironing his shirt for him.

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Teresa let out a dry laugh. “I’m about to eat. You can either do it yourself or have Sharon do it. I’m not ironing it for you,

She didn’t mention Naomi, knowing perfectly well that Charles would never ask his precious mistress to do such a thing. Charles stared down at her for a long moment, but he didn’t press the issue. He simply turned and went upstairs.

Teresa had some of the porridge Sharon had made and an egg. It was almost 7:40, but Yolanda still hadn’t come down.

Losing patience, she went upstairs to get her.

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Sure enough, Yolanda was still fast asleep. Teresa woke her, telling her she was going to be late and letting her get ready on her own. Yolanda was good with time. The mention of being late shocked her fully awake, and she scrambled to the bathroom.

Teresa didn’t dote on her like she used to. She just said, “I’ll be waiting for you downstairs.”

Without waiting to see if Yolanda heard her, Teresa left the room.

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As she passed Charles’s room, she glanced through the half–open door and saw him holding the iron. He held it over his shirt, looking completely lost.

He made a few hesitant gestures but never actually touched the iron to the fabric.

Seeing him like that, Teresa didn’t know whether to feel sorry for him or laugh.

She couldn’t just walk away. She pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Charles looked up at the sound. His face soured when he saw it was her, but he said nothing.

Teresa walked over, held put her hand, and said, “Give it to me.”

After a slight hesitation, Charles handed her the iron.

Teresa took it and began expertly pressing the shirt.

In just a few smooth motions, she finished one side. As she flipped the shirt over, she caught the faint scent of women’s perfume.

It was Naomi’s, she knew instantly.

For a moment, she was lost in thought. Her hand accidentally brushed against the part of the iron she had just used. The heat was intense, and she let out a sharp gasp.

“Are you alright? Charles asked, his brow furrowed.

He stood to the side, lus voice flat, making no move to come over and check on her.

Teresa knew that even if she were to die right in front of him, he probably wouldn’t feel a thing.

He probably thinks I did it on purpose, she thought.

After all, she had refused to iron the shirt but then came in to help anyway. Now she’d burned herself while failing to do the one thing she came to do.

In his mind, she was probably just trying to get his attention.

Teresa wasn’t expecting any sympathy from him

Tm fine, she replied coolly to his question.

And she was. It was just a quick burn, and once the initial sting passed, the pain faded.

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Since Teresa said she was fine, Charles didn’t ask again.

Teresa quickly finished the job and switched off the iron.

Setting the shirt down, she told Charles, “It’s done.”

With that, she turned and walked out of the room without a moment’s hesitation.

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Charles pulled off his robe, quickly put on the shirt, and called out just as she reached the door. “By the way, you should stay here for the next couple of days.”

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Teresa stopped but didn’t even have to think about it. “No, thanks. I have my own

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Teresa’s immediate reaction was to refuse. “Charles, I have a job. I can’t just revolve my life around Yolanda.”

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The moment she saw Teresa, her face crumpled and she burst into tears.

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“Mommy, I thought you both forgot about me, that no one was coming to get me.”

Yolanda hugged Teresa’s leg, sobbing uncontrollably.

A tiny little thing, with her little backpack, crying her eyes out.

Yolanda was the child Teresa had carried for ten months, the one she’d almost died giving birth to after suffering an amniotic fluid embolism. How could she possibly not love her?

At that moment, Teresa’s heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise, the pain was unbearable.

Teresa picked Yolanda up, comforting her as she carried her to the car.

Back at Joyacre Villa, Teresa went straight to the kitchen to cook for her daughter.

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By the time dinner was ready, it was eight o’clock. Just as they were about to eat, Charles walked in from outside.

Sharon, the housekeeper, blinked in surprise, then a smile spread across her face. “Mr. Logan, you’re home. I’ll get you a plate.”

It had been a long time since the master and mistress of the house had eaten together.

Tonight was a good night, and Sharon was happy.

“Daddy,” Yolanda said, her face lighting up.

Charles grunted an acknowledgment, his eyes scanning the food on the table before finally settling on Teresa.

The housekeeper and his daughter had both greeted him, but Teresa hadn’t said a word. She just sat there, looking cold.

He still remembered two years ago, when he had come back to Joyacre Villa unexpectedly. She and their daughter had been eating dinner then, too.

The moment she saw him, Teresa had bustled around, adding another dish to the table and chattering happily about what their daughter had done that day.

But now…

She had changed.