Chapter 1760

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Thelma immediately invited Charles inside.

Her apartment was a modest 220 square feet, with a combined living and

sleeping area. The kitchen was by the entrance, and the bathroom was tucked to

the right.

Despite the limited space, Thelma kept everything tidy. Her dislike for clutter ensured the apartment felt neat and welcoming.

The smallness of the space momentarily took Charles aback. In a building like this, larger units were likely available, yet Thelma had chosen one of the smallest layouts.

Even so, the room was thoughtfully arranged. A single couch and coffee table created a small but inviting corner to relax. The decor, warm and feminine, exuded a cozy charm.

Charles accepted the glass of water Thelma offered, sipping slowly as unease crept in. He realized he was in a single woman's home.

"I think I should leave now," he said, standing abruptly. "Make sure to lock the door after I'm gone. I'll ask Clement to find you a new place. If Warwick contacts you again, call the police immediately. Clement will handle the public relations."

Once he finished giving her instructions, he prepared to leave.

Thelma nodded in response. "I'm sorry for causing trouble for you and Mr. Feron." Charles shook his head. "It's not your fault. Warwick's the problem."

Charles couldn't stand Warwick either.

Warwick's popularity in the entertainment industry was a result of relentless self- promotion rather than genuine talent.

As Charles prepared to leave, his eyes lingered on Thelma. She wore a loose, white loungewear dress that looked comfortable and warm.

The elegant neckline highlighted her delicate, radiant features. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a bare face that glowed with natural beauty. Her clear eyes seemed to catch the light, holding his gaze for a moment too long.

Charles felt his heart skip a beat.

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"Thank you for standing up to Warwick for me," Thelma said, her voice tinged with worry. "He's not the type to let things go. I'm afraid he'll try to make trouble for you."

Charles snapped out of his thoughts and quickly looked away, lowering his eyes. "Don't worry about me. His tricks won't work. If he wants to play games, I'll play along."

"Alright, then. Let me walk you downstairs," Thelma said, trying not to sound overly anxious since Charles had reassured her.

A few minutes later, they found themselves alone in the elevator.

Charles wore a mask, careful not to be recognized in public. Thelma, however, had no such concern. To most, she was still a nobody—no fans, no recognition.

The elevator's small space felt even tighter in the silence. Thelma

became acutely aware of her quickening heartbeat and avoided

looking at Charles, fearing h@might read something in her expression.

Neither spoke until the elevator reached the first floor. Charles kept his head down, seemingly lost in thought.

When the doors slid open, he glanced at Thelma and said, "No need to step outside. It's cold out."

"Oh, okay," she replied with a nod.

Their eyes met briefly, but both looked away almost instantly, as if by unspoken agreement.