The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2089

A week later.

Imperial Heights.

Charlotte leaned against the sofa, Ophelia sitting comfortably in her lap. She was lazily playing a game on her phone.

The little one's soft, pale hands rested on her mother's wrists. Her bright, clean eyes were wide open, glued to the phone screen. Her chubby body bounced with excitement, swaying perfectly in sync with her mother's movements.

Game over.

Looking down at the chubby bunny who showed zero signs of sleepiness, Charlotte frowned slightly. She pinched her daughter's cheek, offering a light threat. "Little chatterbox, your brother has been asleep for an hour. When are you going to settle down?"

"Eee-yah, ah-yah~"

Ophelia's eyes were still locked on the phone. Seeing the game stop, her previously radiant smile crumpled into a pout as she struggled to paw at her mother's hands.

She wanted to play more!

"..."

Charlotte's patience evaporated. Just as she was about to give Ophelia's little bottom a light smack, her phone suddenly buzzed.

Beasley, from The Cabinda University's traditional medicine class, had sent her a message.

[Professor Charlotte, I've collected all the assignments you requested. They've been sent to your inbox.]

Charlotte: [Got it.]

These assignments were somewhat important, so Charlotte temporarily spared Ophelia and asked a maid to bring her laptop.

"Ah ah woo woo~"

Since she had to work, Charlotte intended to hand Ophelia over to the maid, but the little girl grabbed tightly onto her collar, her eyes turning red as she stared at her, refusing to let go.

She wanted Mom to hold her.

Charlotte looked down into her daughter's fair little face. From this angle, she actually looked quite a bit like Anthony. Her lips curled into a faint smile. "Let her stay."

"Yes, Madam."

The maid smiled warmly and quietly retreated.

Seeing the glowing laptop screen, little Ophie found it incredibly fascinating, happily waving her tiny arms.

Unfortunately, her arms were too short to reach anything.

Charlotte ignored her, picking up the mouse and beginning to edit the papers.

Barely ten minutes passed.

The previously hyperactive little bundle in her arms began to droop. Her long, fluttery eyelashes slowly fluttered shut, and her little head bobbed up and down, looking overwhelmingly sleepy.

The album was dropping in two days, and he was sending it to her early for a final look.

Charlotte pressed a towel against her wet hair, casually clicking on one of the songs. Reba's figure appeared in the video.

Her foundational dance skills were decent, and her routine fit the background of the song.

However—

She was trying just a bit too hard, making the dance lose its natural fluidity.

But for the average viewer looking for entertainment, it was more than enough.

Glancing over the other tracks, Charlotte's gaze landed on the very first song.

She was curious to see how the final cut of her MV turned out.

Just as the video started playing, the bedroom door behind her was suddenly pushed open. A tall man in a crisp white dress shirt walked in, carrying desserts and milk tea.

"It's been exactly a week. I don't have to sleep in the guest room tonight."

Anthony smirked. Without waiting for Charlotte's approval, he shamelessly strolled right into the bedroom.

"Have something to eat."

The man took out the cake and milk tea, arranging them neatly on the table. Then, he found the hair dryer, stood behind the girl, and began gently drying her hair.