Will You Marry Me, My Ex-Wife? novel Chapter 1858

"Alright, Luna, I don't have time to blabber o n with you.

"I need to get changed now. After all, now that I am Jim’s future fiancee, I need to look my best for every occasion."

At the mention of this, Charlotte suddenly recalled something and snickered, "By the way, Luna, do you still think my face has something to do with the drug you stole for me?

"Let me tell you this: that’s not the case at all.

"After six years, even your face that Malcolm ruined could be restored through plastic surgery, so why would my face remain in its ugly, burned state?

"I had faked my burns to trick you into taking pity on me, and never had I ever thought an idiot like you'd fall for it—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Luna furrowed her brows and hung up the phone.

A triumphant smile spread across Charlotte's face when she heard the dial tone.

After putting down the phone, she turned and went into the walk-in closet.

Sitting in the gigantic closet, Charlotte placed her hands behind her head and leaned against the sofa elegantly.

Just the day before, she had complained to Jim that she owned too few clothes.

To her surprise, when she woke up that morning, she realized that the maids had been busy arranging her new clothes while she was asleep.

Jim had ordered her a new wardrobe before leaving to see Bonnie that afternoon, and he had bought her all the clothes available in her size from every high-end luxury brand she could think of.

The gigantic closet was filled with clothes within a morning.

Charlotte stared lazily at these clothes, her heart filled with satisfaction and vanity.

This was hers! All this was hers.

She deserved all this, and at this moment, they were all hers!

All of a sudden, someone knocked on her door.

Jim’s low, melodic voice rang out, "Are you done yet, Charlotte-darling?"