Chapter 70 Her Resentment
- The car slowed to a stop in front of a modest cinema house tucked between a row of cafés and bookstores. The neon marquee above flickered with the titles of indie films and foreign dramas—nothing like the glitzy premieres Charles Adam usually attended.
- Emily blinked, confused. “This isn’t the mansion,” she murmured.
- Charles didn’t answer immediately. He simply unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned forward, peering out the window like he was inspecting something curious. Then he turned to her, his expression unreadable.