The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 658

He found out from Helen as soon as he walked in the door. He didn’t even bother to change out of his clothes before running straight upstairs.

Charlotte blinked awake, lips pressed tight. There was no hiding her irritation, sleepy eyes clouded with obvious annoyance. She was definitely not a morning person.

Anthony reached out and brushed the back of his hand gently against her cheek, pulling her into his arms. His voice was low and rough. “Helen said you haven’t eaten yet. Come on, get up and have something before you go back to sleep.”

Charlotte breathed in his clean, familiar scent and couldn’t help but burrow deeper against his chest, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

It had been four months since their first night together. With Charlotte staying in the dorms most days, they hadn’t seen each other for a while. It made these moments feel even more intense.

The space between them disappeared fast.

“Lottie, food first…” Anthony tried to keep his cool, holding her by the shoulders. His nose brushed against her collarbone and his eyes darkened, breath a little uneven.

Charlotte only clung tighter.

“You want more?” Anthony lifted his head and looked her right in the eye, searching for her answer.

Maybe she hadn’t made herself clear enough. Charlotte frowned slightly, pressing her hands to his shoulders. Her face was pale and pretty, now flushed with a soft pink.

She hugged him, melting against him like a lazy cat.

Anthony swallowed, his breath turning heavy, completely giving in to her mood.

Just as things started to heat up, Charlotte suddenly caught his hand and stopped him, a small crease forming between her brows.

“What’s wrong?” Anthony took a slow breath, lifting his chin to watch her, his voice even rougher than before.

Why stop now?

Her cheeks burned the second the words left her mouth.

Anthony stared at her, his deep eyes narrowing a bit, unreadable.

***

An hour later, Charlotte was lying on her stomach, eyes half-closed, looking completely wiped out.

Anthony took a tissue and gently dried her hands. He leaned down and kissed her fingers, grinning with satisfaction. “Just relax. I’ll bring dinner up.”

Charlotte barely managed to rub her sore hand, mumbling, “Go away. Don’t talk to me.”

Her hand was so tired it felt like it might actually fall off.