Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 770: She is his weakness.

The two people strolled down the street like an ordinary couple.

Charlotte Smith wasn’t feeling well; after a few laps, she was tired out.

Robert Stephens looked at her youthful, tender face and said attentively, "Let’s go back, hmm? I’ll take you shopping another day."

He genuinely thought he’d been neglecting her lately because of work. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Charlotte looked at the dazzling man under the bright lights, moved her lips slightly, and softly replied, "Hmm."

Back in the car, Charlotte sipped a cup of milk tea.

The sweetness made her feel comfortable all over.

She lazily leaned against the car seat, lifting her eyes to gaze at the man’s perfectly structured side profile in the driver’s seat.

Robert was driving, and seeing her gaze through the rearview mirror, he dimmed the car’s lights a little.

"Take a nap, and I’ll call you when we arrive."

When he was gentle, he could drown every woman in the world.

When he was ruthless, he was terrifyingly cruel.

Charlotte sighed softly, holding her milk tea. She thought about how good he had been to her once, no wonder she had turned from love to hatred back then, willing to perish with him to avenge his indifference.

How many women in this world, after experiencing this man’s affection, could endure his coldness again?

But perhaps Robert never imagined that a meek rabbit would bite, or that roses nurtured in a greenhouse could grow thorns.

Charlotte fell asleep and didn’t wake up until the next day.

Robert probably couldn’t bear to wake her, so he didn’t call her when he got out of the car.

Yawning slightly, she went to the washroom to wash her face and then had breakfast alone downstairs.

It was past eight o’clock; Robert had long been up and left for the company.

"Miss Smith, Mr. Stephens said he’ll be back at noon to have lunch with you." The maid stood behind her, combing her hair, passing on Robert’s words.

Charlotte was slightly surprised, "Is his work not busy?" He actually had time to come home and have lunch with her.

"Mr. Stephens was worried you’d be bored at home alone."

Charlotte replied softly and looked at the pale, youthful face in the mirror.

When she was young, she was very pretty, not as haggard and pale as later.

Otherwise, Robert wouldn’t have picked her out from so many girls at a glance.

From thirteen to eighteen, she’s been kept by Robert’s side. Outwardly, her identity is Robert’s fiancée, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that calling her a child bride is more apt.

She hadn’t experienced much hardship or any significant adversity, and the most dreadful pain in her life was inflicted upon her by Robert.

At this age, she knew nothing, had never been to school, had no friends. Her world revolved solely around Robert, and she was genuinely and happily preparing to become his bride, to have his children, just like the sweet promises he made to her.

This man was indeed gentle, but also truly cruel.

Around nine-thirty, Charlotte’s phone suddenly rang.

The maid hurriedly handed it over to her.

Charlotte held the phone, looking at the screen displaying the name "Ilisa Lyons," momentarily lost.

It took her a moment to remember that this name belonged to her mother.

The woman’s voice came through the phone, "Charlotte, you haven’t come home in three months. Your dad is coming back from a business trip today; do you want to come home for dinner?"

The voice was both familiar and strange, Charlotte replied slowly while biting into an orange, "Robert is coming back to have lunch with me, I’ll come over in the evening."

Ilisa said, "Okay, ask Robert to come with you to our place for dinner."

After exchanging a few brief words, the mother and daughter had nothing more to say, and they hung up the phone.

Charlotte continued biting into the orange the maid had peeled for her, staring blankly at the phone screen for a while.

The Smith family was one of the families that, back in the day, conspired with others to bring down Robert. The bomb that detonated back then was handed to her by Ilisa herself.

Back then, blinded by hatred, all she thought about was perishing with Robert. Now, upon reflection, she realized that the Smith family wanted her dead too.

When having lunch with the man at noon, she mentioned that Ilisa had called her to come home for dinner.

Robert nodded; he didn’t have a particularly strong reaction, just replied, "I’ll come back after work and go with you."

"Robert..." Charlotte softly addressed him.

Robert looked up, meeting her tender and gentle gaze.

"Have you been encountering any trouble at work?"

Robert entered the Stephens family business at sixteen, pursuing an MBA while learning company management. By eighteen, he had taken control of the Stephens, and now three years had passed.

Ilisa once described to her how headstrong and unscrupulous Robert was towards families outside the Stephens, trying to provoke her into joining a common fight against him.

But for her, the thing that truly sparked her fury was how Robert had caused the death of the child they could have had.

She was, back then, just a head-over-heels romantic type.

And that was because Robert had raised her to be so reckless and fearless.

"Hmm." The man pondered for a moment, "Being alone at work is boring, without Charlotte to talk to and chat with, does that count as a problem?"

Charlotte was all ears, eager to hear what troubles Robert might be facing. To her surprise, the man went on to complain about her not accompanying him to work.

Charlotte pursed her red lips, "That’s not what I’m talking about."

Robert raised an eyebrow slightly, looking disdainfully proud, "There are no problems in this world your man can’t handle."

Charlotte paused.

She thought carefully and realized it seemed to be true.

Back then, so many families wanted to bring Robert down, and in the end, it was up to her to press the detonator.

She was his weakness.

As long as this weakness wasn’t controlled by outsiders, Robert wouldn’t encounter any unforeseen incidents.

Charlotte said, "In any case, be careful of other people’s schemes."

Robert found it amusing, "Is Charlotte lecturing me?"

Charlotte looked at his confident and flamboyant expression, pursed her lips, and still gently reminded, "Being cautious isn’t a bad thing."

To outsiders, this man appears polite and humble, but only those familiar with him know how domineering and arrogant he truly is.

Such a personality can easily attract admiration, but also trouble.

Robert responded indifferently, "Don’t worry."

He also said, "With me here, there won’t be any accidents."

Perhaps because she showed concern for him, the man left with an evident smile in his eyes.

Robert pressed her into kissing his thin lips tenderly for quite a while before he left, impeccably dressed.

The plan of Ilisa and her allies to overthrow the Stephens wasn’t something devised in her nineteenth year.

Probably, they’re already conspiring now.

But this time, she definitely won’t help them push the detonator. What method will they use to execute their plan?