Chapter 74
“Are you feeling sick anywhere?” Anthony asked.
Charlotte blinked, her voice calm and even. “No.”
Well, of course not. With her skills, if anything was wrong, she’d have fixed it herself. Anthony thought back to when she had saved his grandmother and that little boy. He couldn’t help but smile, just a hint of laughter in his eyes.
And she still insists she’s not some miracle doctor. Liar.
He kept her secret. Only when he was sure every bit of her hair was dry did he switch off the hair dryer and nod for Helen to bring over the steaming bowl of soup.
Charlotte barely glanced at it before turning her face away, looking completely uninterested. “I don’t want any,” she mumbled, her energy low.
Other than the occasional sleepwalking, she hardly ever got sick.
“It’s just to warm you up,” Anthony said, taking the bowl from Helen’s hands. His tone was soft, patient. “Come on. Drink a little.”
The maids standing nearby looked ready to faint.
“I’ve only ever dreamed of seeing Anthony act this gentle.”
“How does Ms. Main do it? I mean, to get Anthony Blair, of all people, to act like this?”
“She’s young, but they look so good together.”
Charlotte’s lips pressed into a thin line, her face all scrunched up in obvious annoyance. She stared right back at Anthony, refusing to budge.
In the end, Anthony gave in and set the bowl aside.
He couldn’t help but smile at her stubborn frown, something warm and indulgent flickering across his handsome features. “So, did you have a fight with your family?” His voice was low, almost gentle.
He remembered seeing her looking up hotels on her phone when he’d gone to pick her up.
“Yeah,” Charlotte replied, her tone light and casual. “They kicked me out.”
She didn’t sound sad at all. In fact, the way her pretty face tilted, she looked almost a little rebellious.
Anthony already knew her story. Her
father had sent her out to the
Pel.nt
countryside for five years and only recently brought her back. No surprise their relationship was strained And she probably didn’tõet along with her stepmother and
stepsister either.
“If you’re not going home, where are you going to stay?”
Anthony’s eyes searched her face. He raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow. “How about staying here?”
Charlotte looked straight at him, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, her bright eyes steady. “Do you always invite girls to stay at your place?”
That made Anthony laugh. He grabbed a tissue and gently wiped something from her chin. “Do I seem that casual to you?”
Charlotte just blinked, then tossed her empty milk bottle into the trash
I’ll
with perfect aim pay hacks
said, her voice lazy and relaxed.
Was that a yes?
Anthony let out a low, amused chuckle.
“Do you even have money?”
“I can earn it,” she answered, stifling a yawn as she stood up. Her eyes looked a
little red, tired. “I’m going to sleep.”
“Helen, show Ms. Main to her room.”
“Yes, Anthony.” Helen looked delighted, hurrying over to Charlotte with a respectful smile. “This way, Charlotte.”
Charlotte turned, suddenly noticing
all the maids staring at her, eyes wide and shining. The second she
met their gaze, they all dropped their heads and greeted her politely Ms. Main.”
Charlotte had always been the quiet, keep-to-herself type. Being at the center of attention like this felt strange.
She pressed her lips together, gave Anthony a quick look, then followed Helen upstairs to the third floor.
“If you need anything, just let me know. Good night,” Helen said, closing the door softly behind her.
Once she was alone, Charlotte found her soggy backpack in the bathroom and pulled out everything inside.
Her tablet and phone were both soaked, completely dead. Useless.
She frowned, digging through her pile of medicine bottles for a specific one. After searching for a while, she still couldn’t find it.