The Billionaire's Regret { Regret Series #1}

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE CHARLES?

The sun had just begun to rise over the city as Charles emerged from a fitful slumber. His restless night had been filled with dreams, haunting visions of Kathleen slipping through his fingers, her laughter fading away into the empty abyss of his despair. With a bitter resolve burning within him, he rose from his bed, his movements possessing a certain urgency as he donned the pristine threads of his expensive black suit.

His heart pounding, Charles strode down the marble staircase of his luxurious mansion, the grandeur of his surroundings betraying the turmoil within. Outside, his chauffeur stood waiting, a silent witness to his master's desperate pursuit.

"Kathleemn's bakery, immediately," Charles commanded, his voice laced with determination.

As the sleek black car surged forward, Charles stared out of the tinted window, lost in a sea of conflicting emotions. He had tried to win back Kathleen's heart through gentle persuasion, but she had rejected his overtures, refusing to be swayed by his pleas. Charles understood that he had hidden his dark side well, the twisted obsession that dwelled deep within him, but now it was time to abandon all pretense. He knew that, only by revealing the rawness of his love, could he hope to reclaim her.

Minutes turned into an eternity as Charles's thoughts consumed him. Scenes played out in his mind, fantasies interwoven with reality, blurring the line between passion and possession. The car screeched to a halt outside Kathleen's bustling bakery, the aroma of freshly baked bread mingling with the nervous anticipation hanging in the air.

Stepping out onto the pavement, Charles adjusted his suit, smoothing out the invisible creases that marred his immaculate appearance. He strode purposefully towards the entrance, the door swinging open with a melodious chime as he stepped inside.

Kathleen stood behind the counter, her back turned to him, engrossed in her work. Charles's heart skipped a beat as he feasted his eyes upon her, her hair falling delicately around her face.

"Kathleen," he said softly, his voice carrying a haunting edge that sent shivers down her spine.

She turned slowly, her eyes widening as she caught sight of Charles standing before her. There was a hint of surprise in her gaze, mixed with a torrent of other emotions that Charles yearned to decipher.

"What are you doing here Charles?" She asked.

"I tried to win you back, Kathleen," Charles began, his voice low and intense, "but now I realized that you haven't realized any of my efforts to win you back. I can no longer hide the depths of my love for you, my obsession that consumes every waking moment."

Kathleen took a step back, her hands trembling slightly. "Charles, I told you before, you can't just come to my bakery whenever you feel like it".