His Sweet Menace novel

---- Chapter 32 Charles didn't have Carl's heart in his body anymore, so why should I stay with him? "Shay, what's wrong? Shay..." Ihad no idea why Charles appeared in front of me. He cupped my cheeks and called my name over and over. Under his urgent voice, I barely came to my senses. I kept mumbling, "Where is it? Where's Carl's heart? Did he lie to me? He must have lied!" "Who's Carl? What heart? Shay, don't scare me..." Charles looked anxious, but I suddenly pulled up his shirt.

He froze at my action, and a flush spread over his cold features . "Shay, we're outside. Let's go back first..." "Charles, tell me. You had a heart transplant , didn't you?" I cut him off and kept tugging at his shirt, forcing it open until I saw the scar from his surgery. "That heart inside you belongs to Carl, right? Carl's heart was transplanted into you, wasn't it?" I touched the scar and looked up at him, desperately wanting an answer. "Is Carl's heart inside you? Tell me!

Is it?" ---- "Shay, what's gotten into you? How do you even know the name of the person who donated my heart..." Charles saw something off about me. "Just answer me! Is Carl's heart in your body or not?" I cut him off furiously , refusing to drop the question. Suddenly, he seemed to piece it all together. He was so sharp that it wasn't surprising he guessed the truth from my behavior. His face went paler by the second. His heart condition kicked in, and he began coughing hard.

For once, I didn't rush to help him like before. I just stood there as he started swaying, looking like he'd collapse any moment. I did nothing but watch him, cold as an outsider. His bodyguard noticed and ran over in alarm. "Mr. Bowman..." He helped Charles stand. Charles ' lips were turning blue, but he forced himself to look at me. "Shay, why aren't you worried about me anymore ? Why aren't you asking if my heart hurts..." "Charles, you never actually had a transplant.

You know that, don't you?" I had asked so many times, and he never answered . He must have known the surgery was never completed. ---- "Shay, do you love me... or do you just love that heart? "he forced out, then grabbed my hand before I could reply. His lips twitched in a strained smile. "Shay, be good. Let's go home." "Mr. Bowman, please go to the hospital first..." "Shut up!" Charles ' face was ashen. He was close to collapsing.

The bodyguard was scared and tried to persuade him, but Charles ignored him and turned to me. "Shay, I really did have the transplant. How else would I have this scar?" With that, he pulled me by the arm, trying to steer me toward the car. In the next second, I jerked free, shoving him away. He had been holding on by sheer willpower. My sudden move made him fall hard onto the ground , utterly disheveled for the first time. Now, I was the one towering over him and looking at him coldly.

"Charles, you don't have Carl's heart inside you. Let's break up!"