Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 767: We got married

The squabble between the young couple inevitably dragged him, this innocent party, into the mess!

Robert Stephens remained silent, responding with action instead.

He reached over, picked Charlotte Smith up from the seat, tucked her under his arm, walked to the backseat, opened the car door, and tossed her inside.

Charlotte, furious, wanted to jump out of the car.

She reached for the car door, only to hear Robert Stephens coldly command, "Nicholas, lock it."

With a "click," the car door locked instantly.

At the other door, the man blocked the entrance, first tossing his suit jacket inside onto Charlotte Smith, then slowly sitting down beside her.

He leaned back in the seat, with long fingers unbuttoning the top of his collar, and gazing ahead, he instructed Nicholas Woods, "Drive."

Nicholas, upon receiving the order, didn’t dare say more, immediately started the Lincoln, wishing he could speed straight to the western restaurant, away from this "crematorium" scene.

Charlotte curled up, clutching Robert Stephens’ suit jacket, head lowered, her long hair falling around her face, her expression in the dim light appearing very aggrieved.

Robert Stephens: "When have I ever only cared about my happiness at the expense of your feelings?"

"..."

"Haven’t I always made you happy?"

He was quite confident in his own prowess in that regard.

Charlotte raised her head, glared at him, her fair fingers angrily clutching his suit, "I’m not talking about that anymore!"

Her voice was soft and gentle, and even when angry, she was nothing to be afraid of, so Robert wasn’t bothered by her.

He chuckled softly, reached out to rub her soft cheek, his tone teasing and his voice lowering with a hint of ambiguity, "Here I thought our dear Charlotte was upset because I didn’t satisfy her last night."

In front, Nicholas kept his eyes to himself, his mind quieting itself; he pretended to be a statue. Charlotte couldn’t bear it anymore, wondering what exactly was this man saying! Had he always been like this?!!

Her fair complexion blushed pink with anger, and Robert watched with amusement for a while before reaching out to pull her into his embrace, cuddling her.

"Alright, don’t be mad. Have I been too busy with work lately and neglected you? How about I take a break in a few days and take you anywhere you want to travel, okay?"

Charlotte, lulled and coaxed by him, found herself in his arms, her reasoning scrambled. She knew their problem wasn’t this, but under Robert’s kisses and coaxing, she couldn’t find the words to argue back.

Curled in the man’s arms, she glanced up at him with a bit of grievance, and he lowered his head, smiling at her before kissing her lips.

He softly said, "When you turn twenty-one, we’ll get married, alright?"

Charlotte’s long lashes gently fluttered, and her eyes looked a bit dazed at the young, handsome face before her as she lightly tugged at his sleeve.

Yes...

They were going to get married.

Once she reached the legal marriage age, Robert Stephens had promised he would marry her.

But later, she came to realize how false the words from a man’s lips could be, capable of saying any insincere things to achieve his purpose.

Deceiver.

She whispered in her heart.

You killed the child we had together and never intended to marry me; you just chose me because I was obedient.

It was because she was obedient that of all the girls, he picked her.

She was spoiled by him beyond measure until one day, she woke up from the dream.