The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1217

“You really think you can pull this off?”

Charlotte sat back in her chair, propping her chin on her hand. She narrowed her eyes at Newell, clearly not buying it.

No matter what anyone said, that frail guy was still the heir to the Churchill family. Catching him in under two hours? That would take some serious work.

“Alright, get some rest, okay?”

She gave Newell a quick once-over. He looked older than ever, totally worn out. Charlotte stood up. “I’ll handle it myself.”

It was just another day of flipping the Isle of Veil upside down. This time, she’d have to be even more careful than before.

Maybe she stood up too fast, because her legs gave out for a second and she almost went down. Instantly, both Newell and Anthony reached for her, steadying her on either side.

“You okay?”

Anthony kept a gentle grip on her and shot Newell a grateful look. “Thanks, Newell.”

“As long as she’s alright.”

Newell’s eyes lingered on Charlotte, who was leaning a little closer to Anthony than to him. A strange emptiness settled in his chest. He started to pull his hand back, but his fingertips brushed against Charlotte’s wrist.

For a split second, he froze. Something felt off. He fell silent.

Newell’s gaze snapped to her stomach, perfectly flat, nothing unusual at all. But something about it… shock flickered in his eyes.

She’s…

“I’m fine.”

Charlotte quickly pulled her hand away and rubbed her wrist, trying to look casual. She glanced at Newell, acting like nothing happened. “Seriously, I’m fine.”

Newell didn’t say a word. The temperature in the room seemed to drop as tension rolled off him.

He stared at Anthony, who was still supporting Charlotte.

After a few seconds, Newell’s voice cut through the silence, cold and sharp. “Anthony, leave us.”

Anthony looked up, a little confused, his brow furrowed. “Newell, are you talking to me?”

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