The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2062

He looked exactly like Anthony.

"Let's eat."

Anthony brought out the freshly made breakfast, took the baby from her arms, and led her to the dining table. "I'll drop you off at Kenneth's company after."

"Oh."

Charlotte sat down, her lips curving into a smile at the sight of the exquisite meal.

"Ma'am, your spoon."

Helen set out the silverware and scooped Frederick away, adding with a smile, "Mr. Blair made all of this himself. He was up at five-thirty to simmer the pumpkin porridge."

Over the past two months, Anthony had been spending a lot of time in the kitchen.

He could cook almost all of Charlotte's favorite dishes.

"Is that so?"

The smile in Charlotte's eyes deepened. She picked up a pan-fried dumpling with her fork and held it to Anthony's lips. "Here."

"Heh."

Anthony chuckled softly, opening his mouth to take the bite. The smile on his face was even brighter than his daughter's.

Tsk.

So easy to please.

Charlotte looked away and casually sipped her pumpkin porridge.

Perhaps due to a good appetite, she ended up eating two and a half bowls.

—

After breakfast.

Anthony wrapped an arm around Charlotte as they headed out.

While they were changing their shoes at the door, Helen and the maids held Frederick and Ophelia to see them off.

"Ah... ba... boo..."

Ophelia opened her little mouth, her dark eyes wide as she stared unblinkingly at her parents, her tiny hands waving frantically.

"..."

Frederick, meanwhile, grabbed fistfuls of his father's shirt, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Be good. Mom and Dad will be back soon."

Anthony gently stroked the twins' faces, his patience absolutely boundless. "Say goodbye to Mom."

Every time he spoke.

Anthony made a habit of putting "Mom" first.

Helen said it was because he wanted their first word to be "Mom."

"Ah woo~"

Ophelia smacked her little lips, and Frederick's eyes stayed glued to his mother as well.

Anthony: [How did you know my wife and I just left the house together?]

Were you up early just to eat our dust?

"..."

Neither of them gained the upper hand.

—

Kenneth's Studio.

It occupied the top four floors of the building.

The first two floors were office spaces, while the top two were dedicated to dance studios and recording booths.

Security was incredibly tight.

Even with her face mostly hidden behind a mask, Charlotte was immediately recognized by the manager waiting at the door.

"Charlotte, right this way."

"Mm."

Recognizing Kenneth's assistant, Charlotte nodded and followed him into the elevator.

Just as the doors slid shut, a tall woman stepped out from the side. Staring at the closed elevator doors, a mocking sneer pulled at her lips.

Was that Charlotte?