Sweet May-December Marriage novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146 Mr. Clark Is So Mischievous

Back when Mr. Clark risked his life in the line of duty, he could easily win the kickboxing fight when he got shot. He was the type of person who would never show any signs of fear even with a gun pressed against his temple. But when it came to dealing with a small wound like this, he was utterly clueless.

He looked at the wound for seconds and used a cotton swab to disinfect the wound. His long, slender fingers looked elegant, while his movements were somewhat clumsy. His stern face softened and looked somewhat unusually tender. The breeze carried a faint floral scent mixed with the fragrance of tobacco, which was intoxicating.

Nelson gently wrapped her little finger with a band-aid and looked at her, saying, "Be more careful from now on."

Charlotte nodded, while her eyes drifted towards the plate of untouched butter crab in front of her.

Nelson was speechless.

He moved Charlotte's plate in front of himself, skillfully cut the crab legs, removed the shell, and scooped out a spoonful of crab mustard. He brought the spoon to Charlotte's lips and joked, "Sweetie, open your mouth."

Charlotte blushed and tugged at her clothes, saying, "I can eat it by myself."

Nelson replied seriously, "You're injured. I don't think you can pick up the spoon."

Charlotte was speechless. She just got a scratch from pulling off the crab leg. She didn't break her arm!

But no matter what, Mr. Clark said he didn't think she could do it. If she insisted, it would surely lead to an unfavorable outcome. So, Charlotte, being sensible, bit her lip, closed her eyes, and reluctantly opened her mouth to eat the crab mustard he fed her.

Nelson rested his chin on one hand and somehow looked sexy as his handsome face basked in the ambiguous glow of the lights. He teased her with a smile, "Are you shy now because of this?"

Charlotte's ears turned red as she stammered, "I'm just... embarrassed."

Nelson leaned closer and said to her in a husky voice, "Then if I asked you to sit on my lap and wear nothing but my shirt while feeding you and kissing you at the same time...would you run away and hide?"

Charlotte tried but found it hard to imagine what that felt like. She let out a pitiful whimper.

If he ever did that, she would definitely run away and escape! How could Mr. Clark be so mischievous?

Nelson pinched her cheek and said, "Don't worry. I won't do that to you now."

Charlotte was relieved. He fed her another spoon of crab meat and said, "Open your mouth."

Charlotte didn't make any response.

Fine, she should allow him to have his little sexual hobbies.

After the meal, Charlotte was stuffed and burped when they left The Aftertaste. The night breeze in April was a bit chilly. Charlotte squinted and looked at the distant lights. Nelson stood not far ahead and wore a smoke-blue shirt that almost blended into the night. His figure was tall and slim, giving off a sense of loneliness.

Nelson stood by the car, turned to Charlotte, and said, "I'm going to have a smoke. You can get in the car first."

Charlotte nodded and opened the car door. When she turned back, she saw Nelson taking out a cigarette case from his pocket. It was a black wooden box, and he picked up a cigarette with his long fingers from it and held it between his fingers. With a click, the dim blue flame flickering in the dark looked incredibly beautiful. Nelson slightly lowered his head and lit the cigarette with the lighter. His profile looked charming under the glow of the flame.

Charlotte sat in the car.

Waylon asked, "Mr. Clark, what's the matter?"

Nelson stared at the rising smoke and asked in a hoarse voice, "What did you do with those people?"

"You mean Colin?" Waylon touched his nose and replied, "As you ordered, I beat him up and kicked him out of Seyso." He paused and said admiringly, "You are truly merciful."

Nelson chuckled, "Merciful? Anyone who dares to touch my girl will pay the price. Spread the word that I didn't like him, and there will be people willing to teach him a lesson."