Chapter 11

Looking at the reflection in the mirror - a delicate face on a skeletal body covered in scars - I suddenly laughed.

In the past, I would have been upset by James's coldness and disgust.

But now, there was only a deathly silence in my heart.

Was I sad? Yes, but more than that, I just wanted to live.

I put on the clothes and frowned slightly.

My figure wasn't as full as it was years ago. James's clothes hung loosely on me, the neckline plunging to my chest, adding an unintended touch of allure.

After searching for a while and not finding any shoes, I walked out barefoot. As soon as I opened the door, my eyes widened.

James's gaze fell on my face, trailed down my neck, and finally settled on my neckline.

My thin body couldn't fill out the clothes properly, but my chest had developed well.

His gaze suddenly became intense, making me uncomfortable. My whole body felt like it was burning under his stare.

This feeling wasn't unfamiliar to me. I had developed a conditioned response to men's thick desire, able to sense it clearly even without words.

My body started to tremble with deep-seated fear.

I stumbled, trying to leave, but he stepped forward and gripped my arm tightly.

His voice was filled with both desire and anger.

"Charlotte Coleman, are you deliberately trying to seduce me?"