Edmond found no strength for words. He slowly raised his bloody arms, crawling toward Charlotte.
"Charlotte..."
"I don't want to be here!" Charlotte almost broke down. She looked hopefully at Garwood and pleaded, "ask Dylan to let me go! It's Edmond's idea, none of my business! I don't want to..." Charlotte almost fainted when she caught a whiff of blood. She stepped back, clutching her body for fear of being touched by the bloody man, blaming him for everything.
Edmond looked desperate, his hand hanging towards his beloved girl.
Garwood and the bodyguards all regarded Charlotte with a contemptuous sneer.
"Don't stop," Garwood ordered coldly, "let Miss Rowe enjoy the night. Send her home in the morning."
With that, he strode toward the warehouse door.
They didn't hurt Charlotte, not because Dylan felt tender towards her.
