The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1618

“Quick, precise, ruthless!”

Hans glanced back, grinning. “Looks like someone’s about to be Charlotte’s official fiancé.”

Andrew sank into thought. After a while, he spoke up, determination in his tone. “Yeah. If Anthony can win Charlotte over, then I can definitely win Shirley.”

Hans opened his mouth, then stopped himself. There were things better left unsaid.

Honestly, Shirley wasn’t the hard part. The real challenge was his mom and her obsession with appearances. Shirley didn’t stand a chance against that. Dorothy probably hadn’t caught wind of it yet. If she ever found out... Who knew what kind of drama she would stir up.

But with Charlotte and Anthony on their side, maybe Dorothy wouldn’t take things too far.

Imperial Heights.

Charlotte slept the whole way home. When Anthony carried her into the bedroom, she woke up the second her back hit the bed.

She instinctively tightened her arms around Anthony, eyes barely open, still lost in a daze. When she recognized him, she automatically buried herself in his arms. “Anthony.”

“I’m here.”

Anthony lowered her gently onto the bed, bracing his hands on either side of her and gazing at her tenderly. “Do you want a shower before you go back to sleep?”

“Mm...” Charlotte mumbled, face pressed to his chest, but she didn’t budge.

Anthony let out a quiet laugh, seeing her act like a sleepy little kitten. He picked her up again and headed for the bathroom. “Let me spoil you, make up for earlier.”

About half an hour later, he returned to the bedroom with a half-asleep Charlotte in his arms, gently drying her hair.

He looked at her—then at her belly—and his gaze softened. She was only two months along, but carrying twins made her bump already a little more noticeable.

Charlotte couldn’t help it—a weak smile tugged at her mouth. She leaned over, gave him a quick kiss, and tried to look sincere. “So you’re not mad anymore, right?”

Anthony had been repeatedly stunned by the way her mind worked.

“I—”

Charlotte cut him off, kissing him again. “No need to say it, I know you’re not mad.”

Before he could answer, she turned away and snuggled into the sheets. “Sleep.”

Staring at her back, Anthony ran a hand through his hair. A warm, helpless laugh slipped out, filled with affection and exasperation.

One slap for two kisses. Honestly, not a bad deal.