Chapter 107 Humiliation
- Emily didn’t stop running until she reached the far end of the corridor, her soaked clothes clinging to her skin, her breath ragged. Her cheeks burned—not just from the heat of the shower, but from the memory of Charles’s voice, his touch, the way his lips had brushed her ear like a secret she wasn’t supposed to hear.
- She hated him.
- She hated that he could still make her feel like this.