The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1752

Hans nodded and wasted no time pulling out his phone to give clear instructions. “Find out what happened with Charlotte.” He didn’t bother with details, just sent his team off to investigate.

***

Imperial Heights.

Charlotte sat curled up on the couch, one pale arm propping up her cheek. She moved her spoon slowly through a piece of cake, taking her time with every bite. If you looked closely, you could see she was in a good mood.

“Charlotte, your luggage is just about ready,” Helen called out with a gentle smile. She placed another slice of cake next to Charlotte and added, “Your mother phoned a little earlier. She said they’ll send a car for you first thing in the morning.”

The Gates family had one very old-fashioned tradition. Every bride had to go home for the three days before her wedding. In Charlotte’s case, though, they’d agreed to give her one more night with Anthony since she never wanted to be away from him.

“Oh.” Charlotte nodded, then glanced around, not seeing Anthony anywhere. The moment she realized he was gone, her appetite vanished. She gave up on the cake and headed upstairs.

Helen watched her search the house and couldn’t help but smile even brighter. Those two followed each other everywhere. How would they survive even two days apart?

***

Upstairs, in the bedroom.

Anthony was finishing up Charlotte’s packing. When he heard footsteps, he looked back.

Charlotte stood in the doorway, spoon in hand, eyes a little sleepy, staring at him. She didn’t even bother to hide her disappointment.

“It’s only two days,” Anthony said, closing up the suitcase. He reached for her and gently pulled her closer, his eyes soft. “Just stay at home for a little bit and wait for me, alright?”

Two days. Forty-eight hours. Charlotte did the math in her head, even calculating down to the minutes and seconds. She raised her chin and looked at Anthony. “Can you sneak over and see me?”

Anthony shook his head. “It’s against the rules.”

He lifted her up, placed her carefully on the bed, and stroked her hair. His voice dropped to a whisper. “What, you can’t stand being away from me?”

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