The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2089

A week later.

Imperial Heights.

Charlotte leaned against the sofa, Ophelia sitting comfortably in her lap. She was lazily playing a game on her phone.

The little one's soft, pale hands rested on her mother's wrists. Her bright, clean eyes were wide open, glued to the phone screen. Her chubby body bounced with excitement, swaying perfectly in sync with her mother's movements.

Game over.

Looking down at the chubby bunny who showed zero signs of sleepiness, Charlotte frowned slightly. She pinched her daughter's cheek, offering a light threat. "Little chatterbox, your brother has been asleep for an hour. When are you going to settle down?"

"Eee-yah, ah-yah~"

Ophelia's eyes were still locked on the phone. Seeing the game stop, her previously radiant smile crumpled into a pout as she struggled to paw at her mother's hands.

She wanted to play more!

"..."

Charlotte's patience evaporated. Just as she was about to give Ophelia's little bottom a light smack, her phone suddenly buzzed.

Beasley, from The Cabinda University's traditional medicine class, had sent her a message.

[Professor Charlotte, I've collected all the assignments you requested. They've been sent to your inbox.]

Charlotte: [Got it.]

These assignments were somewhat important, so Charlotte temporarily spared Ophelia and asked a maid to bring her laptop.

"Ah ah woo woo~"

Since she had to work, Charlotte intended to hand Ophelia over to the maid, but the little girl grabbed tightly onto her collar, her eyes turning red as she stared at her, refusing to let go.

She wanted Mom to hold her.

Charlotte looked down into her daughter's fair little face. From this angle, she actually looked quite a bit like Anthony. Her lips curled into a faint smile. "Let her stay."

"Yes, Madam."

The maid smiled warmly and quietly retreated.

Seeing the glowing laptop screen, little Ophie found it incredibly fascinating, happily waving her tiny arms.

Unfortunately, her arms were too short to reach anything.

Charlotte ignored her, picking up the mouse and beginning to edit the papers.

Barely ten minutes passed.

The previously hyperactive little bundle in her arms began to droop. Her long, fluttery eyelashes slowly fluttered shut, and her little head bobbed up and down, looking overwhelmingly sleepy.

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