The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1277

“You’re only this bold because you know I love you, aren’t you?”

When Charlotte said that, Anthony’s hand on her waist tightened. His voice came out low and rough. “Is that a problem?”

Charlotte didn’t answer. She just cupped his face and kissed him softly.

“It’s bitter,” she murmured.

Anthony tried to turn away, but she gently guided him back, her breath warm against his skin, her lips finding his again.

Suddenly, bitterness filled their mouths, spreading between them. Anthony meant to push her away, but the hands he’d lifted ended up pulling her in closer. In that moment, all the bitterness and pain seemed to melt away.

A few minutes later, Charlotte slowly pulled back, her cheeks flushed, lips rosy. Anthony’s face was damp with a thin sheen of cold sweat. He was already fast asleep.

The mutation was just starting, which meant the next few days would be rough for him. Sleep was the only thing that helped.

Watching him lying there on the sofa, face pale and peaceful, Charlotte reached out and touched his cheek, her eyes soft with worry. He was willing to risk everything for her, so what did she have to fear?

If worst came to worst, she thought of what he’d said. If we die, then our family dies together.

She tucked the blanket around him, grabbed her phone, and stepped out onto the balcony. She called Mr. Churchill.

“Let’s meet tomorrow,” she said.

Mr. Churchill sounded surprised when he picked up. Had Anthony not told her who he really was? Maybe she figured it out on her own. Honestly, for everyone, maybe that was for the best.

“Alright,” he agreed.

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