Even if everythingmade sense, Elena couldn’t accept it whatever reason Charles had.
Charles burst into laughter and said with a sigh ofrelief, “I’m glad I was there with the driver to take her home that day.”
“Oh?” Elena lookedat him blankly. “You, mean…”
If Charles and the driver took Vanessa home, how couldhe do anything to Vanessa with the driver around?
“Elena, I didn’t touch her,” he whispered. “I took herhome with the driver and left with him that day. Then I went straight to theairport, so there was no way I could do anything to her.”
“But I saw…” Shelooked at his white shirt and her eyes dimmed somehow.
Charles didn’t change his clothes. He was wearing thesame one he was wearing when he came back. There were still traces of tears onhis shirt from Vanessa.
“What did yousee?”
