Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 768: Shameless man

All the love and unwillingness turned into a lethal poison that was impossible for the heart, cherished by the Stephens for many years, to accept reality. She desperately wanted him to pay the price, to perish together with him.

In retrospect, the thoughts from those years were really simple and naive.

Later, the lesson Robert Stephens gave her made her grow up in an instant...

Charlotte Smith lowered her eyes, curled up in the man’s arms, feeling a bit cold.

*

They went to a nearby western restaurant for lunch.

Charlotte was somewhat listless, and Robert was also worried about her going home alone, so he asked Nicholas Woods to drive them back to the company.

Robert’s office had a resting room next to it, not only equipped with a bed, but also with a few sets of her changeable clothes, and even sanitary pads and condoms were well-prepared...

It had been so long that she had forgotten whether she had ever messed around with Robert in the adjacent office in her childhood, but seeing such "bedroom items" appear in his office, her feelings were still indescribable.

Taking advantage of Robert’s inattention, she secretly threw the package of condoms, with some used, into the trash can.

"Charlotte."

Robert’s voice came from the doorway, and Charlotte swiftly kicked the trash can under the bed, looking up to see the man walking in with a cup of hot water.

"Change into your pajamas, then take a nap, and we’ll go out for a walk in the evening."

Perhaps he was concerned about her being bored at home alone, so he specifically made time to accompany her for an evening stroll.

This man, when he pampers a woman, does so with meticulous attention, making it impossible not to be captivated.

"Hmm." She answered, taking the hot water he handed over, lowered her head, and took a sip, "You go ahead and work, I’ll sleep now."

The man’s gaze lingered on the nightstand, uncertain of what was missing, and his handsome brows furrowed slightly.

Charlotte’s heart also skipped a beat.

Thankfully, Robert didn’t ask any questions in the end and turned away, leaving the resting room.

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief, kicking the trash can further under the bed.

Placing condoms in such a serious office setting, was Robert being fair to all the diligent elites from various countries, working hard and tirelessly in the office building for the Stephens Group?

*

Charlotte was on her period and felt unwell, so she took out a set of pajamas from the wardrobe, changed, and lay down to sleep.

In her younger days, her body was particularly delicate, unable to withstand any hardship; a gust of cold wind could cause her headaches and fevers, but she grew stronger after Robert’s torment.

Perhaps she truly was a glutton for punishment.

Curled up in the soft silk bedding, Charlotte turned the air conditioner to the highest setting, yet her lower abdomen still felt cold. In a daze, she slept for a while and sensed someone entering, touching her forehead, giving her a few sips of hot water, and then leaving.

After a while, that person returned and placed a heating pad on her lower abdomen.

When she woke up, Charlotte was covered in sweat. She opened her eyes and climbed out of bed. The light and shadows outside the window were blurred, and the sunset was slanting westward; it was already evening.

She really had slept through the entire afternoon.

"Miss Smith, you’re awake?"

Nicholas Woods entered when she opened the door, smiling as he saw her, and handed over a white pill.

"Mr. Stephens said you had a slight fever and asked me to get you a fever-reducing pill. You should take it."

Charlotte sat on the bed, feeling all soft and fluffy from sleep, with the heating pad still warm on her lower abdomen. She peeled it off her pajamas, held it in her hand, and quietly asked, "Was this also bought by you?"

"I bought it. Mr. Stephens applied it for you." Nicholas said softly, "Are you feeling better?"

Due to the low fever, Charlotte’s face was devoid of color, her pale skin making her look frail as she curled up in the blanket.

"It’s okay." She nodded, took the fever-reducing pill, and swallowed it with the warm water by her side.

"Mr. Stephens is in a meeting room, he’ll come over later."

Perhaps it was because of Robert that Nicholas spoke to her gently.

Charlotte murmured a response, nodding, and only when he left did she leap barefoot from the bed, heading to the washroom.

After using the restroom, she washed her hands and opened the door to be suddenly scooped up from the ground, startled into a scream, only to hear the familiar male voice grumbling, "Why are you screaming? And why are you barefoot again after getting out of bed?"

Living alone and accustomed to it, Charlotte had yet to change her habit of walking barefoot. The man scolded her thoroughly, and she kept her pale lips shut.

He glanced at her, seeing her in her period and with a fever, looking pitiful, so he refrained from speaking further and hoisted her onto the bed, kneeling down to put slippers on her.

As the man took hold of her sensitive toes, Charlotte watched him crouch before her, and her heart skipped a beat, startling her into retracting her foot: "Robert, it’s fine, I can do it myself..."

Robert caught hold of her slender ankle, putting socks on her.

The skin, unseen for years, sensitive to the man’s breath, accelerated Charlotte’s heartbeat as she looked at the dark head in front of her.

Robert, putting shoes on her.

These few words were enough to short-circuit her brain.

After putting on her shoes, Robert looked up at her blushing, panicked face, and laughed aloud: "Why are you acting so weird today? Is it such a big deal for me to put on your shoes?"

Charlotte hugged the blanket silently, only blinking her big eyes looking at him, her long lashes gently fluttering, making her seem extremely well-behaved.

The man withdrew his gaze, glanced under the bed, and raised an eyebrow.

Then, he reached out and hooked out the trash can Charlotte had kicked to the depths.

The office was cleaned regularly, leaving the trash can empty except for one thing.

Before Charlotte could snap out of the excitement of Robert personally putting on her shoes, she found herself abruptly pinned down, the man’s long, cold fingers hooked with a package, thrust before her face, his tone severe: "Charlotte, what have you thrown out of mine? Hmm?"

Charlotte, dressed in her winter pajamas, was wrapped like a bear by his tall, trim body, helplessly watching as he presented the discarded package of condoms to her face.

Her face flushed crimson: "Who told you to leave such random things in the office, I’m just helping you tidy up!"

"Tidying. Hmph." Robert let out a cold laugh, showing no tender sentiment, "You’ve thrown away my things, so after dinner you’ll personally go to the supermarket and buy them back. Understood?"

Charlotte’s image of the abstinent, cold, gentle, and elegant man in her heart was shattered to pieces before this lustful and shameless Robert.

Asking her to go to the supermarket to buy a pack of condoms, she wouldn’t do it!

Getting them back, in the end, wouldn’t she be the one to suffer?!