Did Nancy love him?
The more he thought of Nancy, the more confused he became. Returning to his room, he turned to look out the window. He watched as Nancy approached a black sports car.
Sitting in the driver’s seat was a handsome and extraordinary man. Who was he?
Was he the father of her children?
Was he with Nancy?
Why didn’t she say anything about him?
Every time she mentioned that man, she would say something vague about him.
What was the relationship between the two of them?
By this time, Nancy had gone downstairs and stood outside the car.
"Oh, you’re finally here. You don’t look so happy. Why? You didn’t want to leave yet?" Charles questioned her with a voice dripping in sarcasm.
"Can you talk nicely? I don’t have the energy for this. If you don’t want me here, I can take a taxi home," she replied sourly.
"It’s not like the door is locked. Do you want to leave with me, or not?" Charles grumbled.
Though it was late in the night, there were still people walking the streets. Even t
ld he be so cruel to her?
The more she resisted, the harder Charles kissed her.
"I can’t stand you, Charles!"
"You can hate me as much as you want, but you can never leave me! Edward will never have you!" he said fiercely, pinning down her arms.
"He’s my brother, just my brother…" she pleaded.
"I don’t care who he is, or what your relationship is with him. Listen to me, you can’t be with him!" Continuing to shout he said, "Tell me, do you love him?"
"I love him, Charles! I love him, and it’s none of your business. It has nothing to do with you! You’re so selfish. Edward has never forced me, or bullied me into doing anything! I can't stand you!" She desperately grabbed at Charles’ arms and legs.
Charles jerked away at the sudden pain, and then continued to punish Nancy more severely.
Nancy felt hollow inside. She felt as if she was dying repeatedly.
Later that night, Charles drove her to the villa in the suburb.
After all that fighting, Nancy felt drained and fell into a deep sleep in the car.