The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1490

Emily looked away, cheeks burning as she glanced at Anthony. “Anthony,” she murmured, guilt flickering in her voice.

He just hummed, cool and unbothered, before pulling out a chair for Charlotte to sit down comfortably. Smooth as ever, Anthony reached into his suit pocket, fished out a lemon candy, and popped it gently into Charlotte’s mouth. Then he took the seat right next to her, one arm slipping around her waist, kneading her side like he’d done it a thousand times.

“Looks like you really messed yourself up,” he said, his tone dry as he eyed Kenneth.

Anthony’s lips curled just a little, his gaze unreadable but a hint of mischief glimmering there. “You don’t pull punches when it comes to yourself, do you?”

Kenneth bristled, ready to spit out a snarky comeback. But he remembered Emily was here and he was supposed to be on his best behavior. So he pressed his lips together and said nothing.

“Emily, can you pour me a glass of water?” Charlotte’s left hand was already drumming lightly on the table, fingers long and elegant.

“Sure!” Emily chirped, nearly skipping out the room as she headed downstairs. She looked almost honored to be asked.

The door wasn’t even closed before Charlotte turned a sharp gaze on Kenneth, her frown deepening. “Let me see your hand.”

“It’s fine,” Kenneth replied, stretching it out anyway. He tried to sound tough, but Charlotte’s serious face made him falter.

“You were three centimeters away from never using your right hand again.” Charlotte withdrew, her eyes icy and her pretty face set in a cold mask. “Do you even know the difference between taking a risk and just being plain reckless?”

Kenneth shushed her, glancing toward the door. “Keep it down. The pain is real, but it’s totally worth it. Emily’s looking at me differently. I swear she’s starting to like me. Just a bit more effort and she’s mine. Pretty impressive, right? Am I a genius or what?”

He puffed up with pride as he kept talking, grinning wide. Charlotte just stared back like he was some kind of lost cause.

Seriously? Was it really his hand he busted up? Maybe it was his head after all.

At that moment, Emily came back in, carrying a glass of water. “Charlotte, are you okay?” she asked gently, worry written all over her face.

“His hand’s fine. His brain might be another story.” Charlotte dug through her bag for medicine, methodically measuring out a dose. “Stay off your feet for a couple more days,” she advised Kenneth, her voice quiet but firm.

Kenneth looked like he wanted to complain, but thought better of it.

“Get some rest,” Emily said with a little smile, fighting the urge to tease him about men never having the upper hand in their family.

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