The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1891

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

Roger had just returned from the precinct. He wore a crisp dress shirt and tailored black slacks, with pristine gold-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. Every strand of his hair was styled to perfection.

Thanks to his towering height, he cut an imposing figure even while seated, radiating an undeniable aura of authority.

"Alright." Stella tightened her grip on her hands, her brows furrowing slightly before she finally gave in. "Can we bring Charlotte along?"

After all, Roger had helped her out on multiple occasions, and she definitely owed him a favor.

Treating him to a meal would clear the slate.

"Hold on." Roger's deep, penetrating gaze locked onto hers. A faint smile ghosted across his strikingly handsome features as he spoke in a low, gravelly voice. "Let me ask her."

He pulled out his phone and dialed.

Charlotte was washing her hands when she picked up. "You're there?"

"Yeah," Roger replied flatly, cutting straight to the chase. "Want to grab a bite with us?"

Grab a bite?

Weren't they supposed to head back to the Gates family estate?

"Are you busy?" Before Charlotte could even respond, Roger seamlessly cut her off. "Got it. I'll have Anthony come pick you up."

Charlotte was speechless.

"That's settled." Roger hung up the phone. He looked up at Stella, his expression as calm as if he hadn't just orchestrated the whole thing. "Charlotte's tied up. She can't make it."

Stella was entirely baffled by the exchange, the color draining slightly from her face.

"What's good around here?" Roger stepped closer, his gaze dropping to take in her reluctant expression. "It's dinner time. Let's go."

Stella packed her laptop into her backpack. Gripping the straps with both hands, she quietly fell into step beside him.

After a few paces, she suddenly stopped.

Roger slowed his stride, glancing back at her. "What's wrong?" he asked softly.

"Roger, we should walk separately." Stella's face remained blank, but the slight tremor of her eyelashes betrayed her nerves. "I'll lead the way."

It was the post-class rush hour, and the campus was swarming with students.

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