The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 557

N walked quietly at Anthony’s side, his handsome face and slender frame drawing every eye. Anthony had his arm around N’s waist, occasionally leaning in to murmur something. His whole expression was soft, gentle, so full of affection it almost glowed.

Two men, that close? It was a lot to take in.

Adonis glanced at Jackson, who looked just as confused. He lowered his voice. “Pinch me, will you?” Somehow, seeing Anthony with N, it kind of worked. Maybe even more than he wanted to admit. The fact that he knew N was actually Charlotte only made it stranger. It almost felt like he was betraying her, even though it was still her. Maybe Charlotte should lay off the disguises.

Jackson shot him a look. “Told you. She can’t really do anything to Anthony.”

Adonis clicked his tongue, but couldn’t argue. “Fine, Anthony’s getting off easy. Didn’t even get hurt. But…” He paused, thinking of the huge sum Charlotte had just won from the X Organization. “Can Anthony even keep up with how fast Charlotte spends money now? Every time it’s more and more.”

Jackson glanced at Anthony, who looked perfectly at ease, grinning from ear to ear.

“He looks happy enough to me.”

Who else could lose that much money and still look so pleased? Only Anthony.

Hans, meanwhile, was completely stunned. His lips trembled as he stared at the pair. Anthony… was cheating. And with a man, no less. Unbelievable.

The car was waiting, door open. Anthony held his hand above the doorframe, leaning in close to Charlotte. “Watch your head,” he said softly.

Charlotte slid inside, and Anthony followed. He glanced over, noticing her rubbing her lower back, his eyes darkening with worry.

A second later, he pulled her onto his lap, his hands gentle as he massaged her waist. It looked like he’d be giving her a much more thorough check once they reached the hotel. If her hands and feet were already bruised, the rest of her probably wasn’t much better.

Hans stepped into the car just in time to see it all. N sitting in Anthony’s lap, just as his men had described. Was Anthony really not worried about being caught? Did he not care what this meant for Charlotte?