Sweet May-December Marriage novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153 Taking Possession of Her

Charlotte took the shirt from him, and her mind filled with the suggestive words Nelson had used the other day, like "wearing just a shirt" and "sitting on my lap." Her cheeks immediately flushed with embarrassment.

She entered the bathroom clutching the shirt in her hand. When she came out, she had wrapped herself in two circles in a towel. Nelson's clothes were far too large for her. While it covered her knees, it was too wide for her shoulders to keep the collar in place, causing it to continually slip down.

Nelson had calmed down considerably. The extraordinarily handsome man took a sip of water leisurely and said, "You took my towel. What am I supposed to wear?"

Charlotte responded, "There are plenty more towels in the bathroom."

Nelson said shamelessly, "I'm used to wearing this one."

Charlotte, "..."

She was quite accommodating, "I'll go change into another one then."

Nelson grabbed the belt of her robe and tugged it, causing her to let out a cry, and then the robe fell open.

Nelson stripped her of the robe shamelessly just like that. Charlotte hurriedly grabbed the collar to prevent it from slipping further.

Nelson pulled her closer and snuggled his forehead into hers with his eyes closed, "Little one, go to sleep."

Charlotte replied, "... Alright."

Nelson entered the bathroom.

Charlotte sat on his bed in a daze.

No wonder others said Mr. Clark had a volatile temper. Charlotte just went out with Michael for a short while, and after that, she was not only forcefully kissed in his chair but also carried into Nelson's room...

Charlotte had never been inside Nelson's room before, and she curiously looked around. It was decorated in a very minimalist gray tone, quite different from her own room filled with colorful items. In comparison, Nelson's room could be described as "simple."

The bedsheet was pure black. When Charlotte heard the sound of water from the bathroom stop, she immediately lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped underneath, covering herself tightly. She pretended to be obedient and well-behaved.

Nelson dried his hair and noticed the slight protrusion on the window. At first, he seemed a bit puzzled, but then he didn't pay much attention.

He knew his hyper-alert instincts could lead to him unconsciously slitting the throat of Charlotte sleeping in his bed in the middle of the night.

But...

Let it be.

If Charlotte were to die, perhaps it would be for the best.

Nelson's eyes were as black as the sky in the depths of the mountains, but there was not even a single light in his eyes. There was only... coldness and hostility.

Although Charlotte was very tired today, she remained alert after Nelson went out of the bathroom. However, Nelson didn't come to bed for a very long time, which struck Charlotte as a bit strange. So, she quietly lifted the blanket slightly to peek outside and saw the man sitting on the tatami mat by the floor-to-ceiling window, pouring a drink.

Under the soft, gentle light, Nelson's long, pale fingers didn't seem to warm up. Even his knuckles emitted an icy coldness.

As Charlotte watched, she let out a small yawn and eventually drifted off to sleep.

Nelson heard her gentle breathing and lifted the blanket to take a look. The young girl had curled herself into a small bundle, exuding a profound sense of insecurity. Yet, she slept soundly, as if... switching rooms or beds made no difference to her at all.

Nelson's fingers traced the contour of Charlotte's face, winding their way down, ultimately coming to rest on the red mole on her fair neck.

He bent down, gently kissed the mole, and then pulled Charlotte into his embrace.