The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1703

“Stay up all night?”

Andrew’s face, which had just relaxed, went tense again when he heard Anthony. “Wait, is Shirley still in danger?”

“If you want to win her over, do what I say.” Anthony shot him a look and then gently pulled Charlotte into his arms. His eyes softened. “It’s late. Why don’t we stay here tonight?”

Charlotte checked her phone. One in the morning. She yawned and leaned into Anthony, squeezing his hand, her voice lazy and sweet. “I kind of want Anne’s pizza.”

It worked out, just in case something happened with Shirley.

“Alright,” Anthony replied, his voice warm as he led Charlotte upstairs.

Such a little foodie.

No, three little foodies.

When they were gone, the room felt empty again.

Andrew sat at Shirley’s bedside, carefully holding her hand. His eyes were red, a little misty. He’d always thought he could take his time when it came to pursuing her. But seeing her collapse… The memory made his heart pound all over again.

Deep down, he believed Shirley would be his someday. But if that was true, why wait? Why not just make it official now?

The night felt endless, thick and quiet. Pale moonlight spilled across the room. Andrew just sat there, keeping watch, eyes glued to Shirley’s monitor, not letting himself relax for even a second.

Eventually, the sky brightened. Morning sunlight crept in.

Lying in bed, Shirley slowly blinked open her eyes, almost wincing at the light. All she could see was a white ceiling, gentle lamp glow spreading down from above. The air smelled strongly of disinfectant, and a steady beeping echoed softly nearby.

She tried to move. A dull sting ran through the back of her hand—the IV line. It all came rushing back. Yesterday, after the ceremony, she’d gotten a bad fever… and fainted.

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