Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 847

The nanny gave Charlotte a knowing smile as she scooped the baby into her arms. “I’ll take the little one outside for some sun. You think about where you two might want to go for the holidays.”

The moment the nanny disappeared through the door, Charlotte darted upstairs. She grabbed her phone and started messaging her old circle of socialite friends, eager for vacation ideas.

The replies came in fast.

Marry: Well, well, look who decided to show up. What kind of wind blew Mrs. Chancer into the group today?

Fion: Charlotte, are you seriously planning a trip with Mr. Chancer? Shouldn’t he be the one arranging that?

Charlotte’s smile froze. Her expression stiffened with quiet embarrassment.

Thankfully, someone with actual tact jumped in and sent over a list of travel guides and curated itineraries.

Charlotte quickly bookmarked them, replied with a polite “Thank you,” and then messaged the helpful friend privately: I’ll bring you back the latest Chanel bag when I return!

With that, she switched her phone to “Do Not Disturb” and ignored the storm brewing in the group chat.

Now armed with fresh ideas, she started narrowing down the list of destinations. But when it came time to choose just one, she found herself torn.

There was the charming old town—perfect for romantic photo ops. She imagined herself coyly asking James to take her pictures, hoping the moment might spark some intimacy between them.

Then there was the quiet hilltop chapel from one of the guides. Legend had it that couples who visited and lit a candle together would be blessed with a happy, lasting marriage. It was cheesy, sure—but just the kind of hope she wanted to hold onto.

While James showered, Charlotte folded his clothes neatly and set them on the cabinet shelf. The maid would collect them in the morning.

When he finally stepped out of the bathroom, toweling his hair, he found her still perched at the edge of the bed, wide awake and waiting.

Trying to hide his annoyance, he asked flatly, “Why are you still up?”

The truth was, he always came home this late to avoid seeing her.

Charlotte’s face brightened. She eagerly handed him a neatly printed packet. “James, Christmas is almost here. You’ve been working nonstop, and I thought this might be a good time for a break—just the two of us. I found a few destination ideas. Here—take a look. Or I can walk you through them really quickly…”