Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 582

“Charlize.”

No sooner had those words left her lips than Charlize heard Spencer calling her name.

“Huh?” she instinctively responded, but when she turned to meet his eyes, she swallowed.

What is that look in his eyes? This is weird...

“We're not trespassing.”

“What?”

Before Charlize could come to her senses, she saw Spencer walking over to the round table and picking up the bouquet of roses.

When she saw that, the first thing she thought was, Spencer's going to confess to someone.

But soon, she was wondering who was Spencer's target of affection. She had been by his side for over a year, but she had not noticed him treating anyone differently.

Still, the thought of him confessing to someone else brought a swell of jealousy in her chest.

She did not know why, but she was ill at ease.

While she was lost in her thoughts, Spencer walked over to her.

Charlize raised her head to look at him. Her eyes were a little teary, but that went unnoticed by her. “Mr. Lacroix, so, you're going to confess.”

Her words were laced with jealousy.

Spencer's expression softened, a rare sight. “Yes.”

His response made Charlize's frown deepen.

She simply could not find the reason behind her suddenly-sour mood.

“Oh, that's good. Well, I won't disturb you anymore.”

At that, Charlize gave him a smile that looked worse than outright bawling and turned to run off.

However, just as she lifted her head, the man behind her grabbed her hand.

He was warmer than her, so she could feel the heat that circled her wrist coming from his palm.

She stiffened before turning to look at Spencer in confusion. “Mr. Lacroix, go ahead if you want to confess. If you keep holding onto me, the girl might misunderstand the situation, and that'll be bad.”

As she said that, she reached out to pry his hand off.

Yet, right as she moved to do that, Spencer brought the flowers to her. “Charlize, would you consider being in a relationship with me?”

Charlize looked at the roses before her as she blinked rapidly, trying to digest Spencer's words in her shock. “Mr. Lacroix, even though I'm in the wrong to have lied to you to come to this party, you shouldn't pull my legs like this.” All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I'll think that this is real.

Spencer's expression darkened again. “Are you pretending to be stupid, or are you genuinely stupid?”

Charlize froze. Of course, she was not the latter, but things were progressing so swiftly in a direction she was not expecting.

She did not answer him, and a silence abruptly ensued.

In the end, Spencer frowned and asked, “Do you already have someone you like?”

“Y-Yes.”

Charlize nodded. Spencer looked like he was about to scrunch up his face.

A myriad of emotions flashed past his dark eyes, but in the end, he suppressed them all.

With a scoff, he said, “You're right. I was joking with you. Forget about what I said earlier.”

Then, he threw the bouquet into the trash can beside them.

Charlize's heart broke. This is such a beautiful bouquet. How can he just toss it away like this?

She hastily picked it up, but Spencer was already far from her at that point.

Turning to glance at the lights in the garden, Charlize then ran after him.

Spencer sighed with a heavy heart as he quickly walked away, his expression darkened by the realization that someone else had already captured Charlize's heart. The thought of another person occupying a place in her heart filled him with a deep desire to eliminate any competition.

If he walked any slower, he feared he would forcibly take Charlize as his.

Spencer had liked her for years, but those years of waiting and longing had been in vain, as she had chosen another person to hold her affection.

The very thought of that crushed Spencer's heart.

Regret washed over Spencer as he contemplated the timing of his confession. He couldn't help but wonder if he had taken the chance to express his feelings earlier, would Charlize have reciprocated and chosen him instead?

The frustrating thoughts swirled in his head like a tornado as his rationality and emotions fought against each other. Right as Spencer was about to pause in his tracks, someone grabbed his shirt. The next thing he heard was a familiar voice coming from behind him.

Spencer tensed up and turned around. At some point, Charlize had picked up the roses and was holding them to her chest.

Upon locking eyes with Spencer, she curled her lips into a smile and playfully challenged him, asking, “Don't you want to know who has captured my heart?”

What a heartless confession! What do you mean by consider being in a relationship with you? Aren't you going to ask who's the one in my heart?

A beat later, Spencer finally realized what was going on.

Hence, he turned around and squeezed out, “Who do you like, Charlize?”

Everyone was in the banquet hall, so they were the only ones in the garden.

When Charlize saw him ambling toward her, she instinctively took steps back, but her tracks came to a halt when she hit the wall.

His dark eyes continued to track her, tempting her to come closer to him.

Charlize's heart raced, and she raised her hand to block his line of sight with the roses as she mumbled, “The one who's standing in front of me.”

Her voice was soft—almost a slurring whisper—but Spencer still heard it.

The corridor they were in was quiet, and he could almost hear his thumping heart.

Swallowing, he then said, “I didn't hear you clearly. Could you repeat what you just said? Who is the person you have feelings for?”

At that, Charlize shifted the flowers to sneak a glance at him.

The man's gaze was burning, and a peek at his eyes nearly set her ablaze.

“Forget it if you didn't hear me.” She huffed. “It's been a while since I came out here. I'm sure my brother's going to be looking for me, so I'm heading back.”

At that, she turned to walk back into the banquet hall, still holding the flowers in her hands.

However, all the man needed to do was take a step forward to trap her between him and the wall.

Charlize raised her head. Her heart was still thumping loudly against her ribcage. “M-Mr. Lacroix?”

His hand gently cupped her chin, tilting her head upward to meet his gaze.

“Are you doing this on purpose?”

Her plan exposed, she averted her gaze guiltily. “What do you mean? I don't know what you're talking abo— Mm!”

Before she could finish her sentence, the man lowered his head to seal her lips.

His lips were cool, but Charlize found herself burning up.

As he pressed his lips against hers, a surge of electricity coursed through her body. It felt as if all her strength had been drained, causing her knees to weaken and tremble.

Spencer caught her with his other hand, and she was almost completely leaning on him.

The corridor fell into silence, and Charlize's heartbeat resonated loudly in her ears.

The floor was carpeted, so the footsteps of the incoming people were barely audible.

It was too late by the time Spencer realized people were walking over to them, and he quickly pulled her into his arms.

As it turned out, it was two women. The women seemed taken aback at the sight of Spencer, but when their gaze fell upon Charlize, who was in his embrace, they quickly averted their eyes.