The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1771

“That’s not necessary!”

No sooner had Charlotte finished speaking than Anthony’s voice rose from downstairs. It was deep and sure, with a gentle fondness woven through it. “I know the answer.”

He knows the answer?

Kenneth looked shocked, but even Charlotte’s eyes flickered with surprise.

Sure, knowing the size of her hand or her waist, that might be normal. But her ankle? When had Anthony ever measured that?

“What is it then?” Andrew asked, his voice tentative.

“Seventeen centimeters.”

Anthony answered right away, not a hint of hesitation.

Kenneth frowned, glancing from Charlotte’s ankle back to Anthony. He mumbled, “He can’t just be making that up, right?”

“Stella, grab a tape measure and check.”

“Got it.” Stella, barely hiding a smile, jumped up and hurried off to find a measuring tape. She was honestly pretty curious to see if Anthony was right.

Just as Stella was about to measure, Anthony spoke up again. “Wait.”

“What now? You about to admit you were only guessing?” Kenneth shot back, smirking like he’d already won.

“No,” Anthony replied, looking straight into the camera. His eyes were so focused it felt like he could see Charlotte herself. His voice turned unbelievably soft. “Her left ankle is 17 centimeters. She once twisted her right ankle, though, so the bone is a little out of place. That side is… 16.8 centimeters.”

“He’s right!” Stella exclaimed, staring up at Kenneth with bright eyes. “It matches perfectly, even down to the point two.”

When he saw the result, Kenneth’s confident grin vanished. He slouched, looking defeated. “You even know that? Dude, are you a robot or something?”

“I’m guarding this last door. There’s no way you’re getting past me.”

With that, Kenneth stepped in front of the bedroom, pressing his whole body against the door like a stubborn bouncer.

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