“Only Anthony could handle that stubborn streak of yours,” Newell said, his lips quirking with resignation.
Charlotte’s mouth twitched, her eyes dark and unreadable. Her voice cooled as she replied, “There’s actually something missing from this soup.”
“Oh?” Newell took a sip, not giving it much thought.
“Something to shut you up.”
He froze, soup caught in his mouth, suddenly unsure if he should swallow or spit it out.
Just then, there was a noise at the door. Anthony walked in, his gaze landing first on Newell, then drifting to the bowl in his hands. His lips pressed together and his brows drew tight. He’d never once tasted soup that Lottie had made herself.
“Anthony, are you feeling alright? You look kind of pale,” Newell said, catching Anthony’s subtle shift. He stirred the soup, purposefully taking another sip.
Charlotte glanced over. “Are you sick or something?”
“I’m fine,” Anthony said, moving straight to her side. He took her hand, pulled her gently against him, and bent close to her ear. His voice was low, almost a whisper. “Someone from the Hawk family is here. They want to talk to you.”
Charlotte’s face darkened at the mention of that name. “What do they want this time?”
“It’s about the lab rebuild.” Anthony managed a small smile and brushed a hand through her hair, his touch soothing. “G5 is here too.”
“Oh.” With G5 involved, she felt a little less annoyed. “Alright, let’s go.”
“You go ahead. I need to talk to Newell for a minute,” Anthony said softly, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
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