The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1780

Anthony lingered to the side, doing his best to hide the irritation bubbling up inside him while he watched the two of them embrace.

“You won’t come when the babies are born?” Charlotte leaned back a little, her voice quiet and her face giving nothing away.

“I’ll send gifts, don’t worry.” Newell let out a soft laugh.

“Oh.” Charlotte let out a small sigh, like she was finally letting herself relax.

“Alright, get some rest.” Newell dropped his hand and turned toward Anthony, whose expression had darkened. His voice was serious. “Take good care of Charlotte, and of the babies she’s carrying.”

“If it’s the children’s grandfather saying so, how could I not?” Anthony replied, the corners of his mouth curving in a way that was both polite and a little smug.

Newell’s smile wobbled as he felt the sting of Anthony’s words. That guy and his mouth. It made him want to scream.

Without another comment, Newell turned away and left the room, never glancing back. Out in the hallway, he slowed, letting the cold glow from the overhead lights fall over him, making him look even more alone.

Inside, the dressing room was much warmer. Charlotte lounged on the sofa, and Anthony was kneeling on the floor, gently massaging her feet.

“Hey.” Charlotte poked Anthony’s chest with her foot. Seeing the stormy look on his face, she couldn’t help but raise a brow. “What’s up with you and Newell?”

“It’s nothing.” Anthony looked up at her, smiling gently. “He’s probably just upset I got to marry you, that’s all.”

Charlotte set her hands on the sofa and lowered her gaze, fixating on the way his long fingers traced her ankle. An odd feeling twisted inside her. “It’s not like I’d ever really leave him behind…”

“Yeah?” Anthony prompted.

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