The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1289

When Charlotte spoke, Newell froze, his tall body suddenly tense. For a moment, his mind went completely blank. Was she talking about him hiding who he was, about giving her the catalyst? Did she just forgive him, just like that?

He watched as Charlotte walked away, a faint, bitter smile tugging at his lips. She really was so kind. Moments like this made him sure he’d made the right choice back then, letting her live. She was worth it.

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By the time Charlotte came out, Anthony had just finished peeling an orange. Hans glanced at her, then quietly said, “She looks like she’s in a better mood than when she went in.” He’d honestly expected them to start fighting.

“As long as she’s happy,” Anthony replied. He wiped his hands, got up, and went over to Charlotte. With a gentle smile, he pulled her into his arms, bent down, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. His voice was warm and full of affection. “What did you two talk about?”

“He apologized,” Charlotte mumbled, wrapping her arms around his waist and burrowing into his chest, soft and content.

“And then?” Anthony asked, noticing how tired she looked. Without another word, he scooped her up and carried her out, walking steady and sure. Hans hurried after them, coat and peeled fruit in hand.

“I told him I forgive him,” Charlotte said. Her eyes were already drifting shut, her pale cheeks almost glowing.

“And you? Are you feeling better?” Anthony opened the car door, sat down with Charlotte in his arms, and settled her gently on his lap, letting her rest against his chest.

Charlotte pressed her lips together. Her expression twisted up, as if she wasn’t sure how to feel. Was she happy? She honestly didn’t know. But she knew one thing, clear as day—she didn’t want him to die. She didn’t want to lose her mentor.

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