The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 633

“You’ve definitely caught my eye. Was that on purpose?” Anthony grinned, his hand tightening around her waist.

“Yeah, I did it on purpose.”

At the far end of the base, tucked away in the north sector’s lounge, Charlotte had just finished her shower. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders as she walked over to Anthony, towel in hand. Without a second thought, she nestled into his arms.

Anthony grabbed the hair dryer and gently started drying her hair.

He glanced at the clock, then pulled the blanket up over her. “Come on, get some sleep,” he said softly.

Charlotte stared at him for a second, lifting her pretty, pale face in confusion.

That’s it? Just sleep?

She pressed her lips together, rolled over in his arms, and gave him a stare that said everything.

“Lottie...” Anthony held her still, his eyes dark and low, voice rough. “It’s almost eleven. Aren’t you tired?”

Charlotte didn’t say a word. Her cheeks were warm, and her fingers traced the tie on his robe, making her intentions obvious.

“Don’t mess around.” Anthony caught her hand, his voice dropping into a warning. “Keep teasing me and you’re not getting any sleep tonight.”

They had to be up at six for training on the mountain. She’d barely slept these past few days and really couldn’t handle staying up late.

Charlotte shot him a look, a little pouty and annoyed. After a long silence, she huffed, “Don’t come crying to me later.”

With that, she rolled away and put some distance between them.

Anthony couldn’t help but laugh at her sulking.

He was just trying to take care of her. Why couldn’t she see that?

Anthony woke Charlotte up. She was still sulking about last night.

After breakfast, Charlotte stood awkwardly by the door, staring at her toes. She’d tried so hard last night, and for what?

A minute later, Anthony finished packing and came over. He had the bag of stuff he’d prepped for her in one hand, reached out for her with the other.

They headed out together.

Just as they stepped outside, they almost ran into Donald, who was leaving his room at the same time.

All three stopped, eyes meeting in a split second.

Donald froze, his fingers still on his buttons, and shot Anthony a look that could kill.