He Loves The Ancient Soul In My Body Chapter 07

He Loves The Ancient Soul In My Body Chapter 07

Charlotte’s face turned red as she stood on her tiptoes and tried to kiss his lips.

Christopher barely held back his irritation and tried to move away, but she still managed to land

one on his cheek.

Christopher finally lost it and pushed her away.

Charlotte nearly hit the floor and looked at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“Christopher, what’s wrong? Don’t you love me anymore?”

Right on cue, Charlotte’s eyes welled up with tears again.

Christopher rubbed his temples and tried to explain.

“Charlotte, don’t misunderstand. Things are different now.”

“Before, when I got close to you, it was because you were in my wife Emily’s body. But now…”

Christopher looked awkwardly at Charlotte’s small, teenage body.

“You’re a duchess. I can’t just touch you so casually.”

“Oh,” Charlotte finally understood, breaking into a relieved smile. “So that’s it.”

“That’s okay. I can wait, for when I have a chance to be

She tried to smile, then waved at him enthusiastically.

your wife.

“Good night, Christopher,” she said, then she closed the door

Christopher stood there, reaching up to touch the spot where she had kissed him.

There was still some wetness there, he couldn’t tell if it was tears or saliva.

Suddenly he felt disgusted with himself.

He had waited so long, done whatever it took to see Charlotte, and he had even been willing to send his own wife Emily away to another world.

He had sacrificed so much, and now that she was really here, he felt disgusted.

What kind of person am I?

He walked out to the rooftop and lit a cigarette.

The night wind was cold and cleared his head a little.

He remembered what Emily had said before she left.

“Christopher, I won’t be seeing you again.”

He hadn’t paid attention back then, he thought she was just pouting.

But now that he thought about it, her voice had been too calm, not angry, just like she was saying goodbye.

She had known all along what Charlotte really looked like.

She had known he would be disappointed.

That was why she asked, “Will you still accept her even if she doesn’t look like me?”

And how had he answered?

“I’m not scared. Charlotte is so lively and adorable. No matter what face she has, I’ll love her.”

Christopher crushed the cigarette on the railing and laughed bitterly.

He had meant it when he said it, he really thought he wouldn’t care.

But the moment Charlotte stood in front of him, he realized: he cared a lot.

And then it hit him, too late.

The person he had fallen in love with was the innocent girl who wore Emily’s face.

He had just fallen in love with the eighteen-year-old Emily all over again.

Christopher didn’t sleep at all that night. He sat on the rooftop watching the stars, but his head was full of Emily, running, talking, laughing.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He stood up restlessly, looked at the night sky, and whispered, “Emily, where are you right now?”

“Is it too late to bring you back?”