The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 216

She could still picture what she saw last night, clear as day. Anthony’s body was... surprisingly nice. Now she couldn’t help but wonder if he looked like that in real life, too. Catching herself daydreaming about him, Charlotte frowned and threw off the covers, heading straight for the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face, hoping to wash away all those wild, dangerous thoughts. She really shouldn’t go there.

It was the weekend, so no classes today. Charlotte slept in a bit, and by the time she finished getting ready and made her way to the living room, it was already ten. She figured Anthony would be at work by now, but when she reached the stairs, she spotted him lounging on the sofa in comfy clothes, chatting with Kenneth.

Kenneth was the first to see her and waved her over, all excited. “Lottie, come here!”

Anthony glanced her way, his usual easygoing look softening with something warm when he saw her. “Lottie, over here.”

Charlotte pressed her lips together, then walked over and sat down right beside Anthony, almost without thinking about it.

Kenneth just stared, silently suffering. Whatever. He’d let it slide. Anthony always seemed to know how to get on her good side.

Kenneth brightened and pulled out an adorable little box, pushing it toward her. “Here, my mom made these and made me promise to give them to you myself. I think you’ll like them.”

She hadn’t even had breakfast yet. Just as she was about to reach for the box, Anthony beat her to it and popped the lid open. One look inside and Charlotte nearly lost it. There were some cute little pastries, but also several golden, crispy hot dogs. Instantly, all she could think of was her dream from last night, and the things she saw...

Charlotte’s face turned red. She pressed her lips tight, cheeks growing warmer the longer she stared.

Kenneth leaned in, looking confused. “What’s up? Why are you blushing so hard?”

Anthony noticed too, his eyes settling on her face. She was definitely blushing, and not just a little. Was she remembering something from last night? But she’d been sleepwalking, hadn’t she?

Kenneth perked up, clearly flattered. “Yeah, of course. How many do you need?”

Charlotte hesitated, then added, trying to sound as casual as possible, “Ones without a shirt.”

Kenneth stared at her, stunned. “Wait, what?”

He went rigid, then slowly turned to look at Anthony.

Anthony’s eyes narrowed, his lips pressed together, and his whole expression suddenly felt a lot more dangerous.