Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin)

Chapter 310

Marsha's hand lingered on the car door handle as she hesitated and glanced back at Charles, feeling slightly uneasy.

"Uh, maybe you should rest at my place before heading out?" she proposed.

Driving while being so tired was risky. Although she didn't have strong feelings for Charles, she didn't want anything bad to happen to him, especially after he had given her a ride home. It didn't feel appropriate to let him drive off in such a state. Hazel's eyes sparkled with excitement as she swiftly opened the car door and stepped out. Could she actually be in on such a conversation?

Charles looked over at Marsha, a teasing grin forming on his face. "Ms. Newton, you're interested in my handsome features. You should've just admitted it," he joked.

"Ouch!" He winced as Marsha grabbed his ear and gave it a sharp twist.

"I'm giving you a chance to rest because you look like you're on the verge of collapse. If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll twist this ear clean off," she threatened, clearly irritated.

This man never had anything sensible to offer when he spoke.

Charles grabbed his ear, which Marsha was firmly twisting, and begged, "Please let go! It hurts!"

life had anyone twisted his ear. Not even

however, was relentless and cut to the chase. "Are you going to sleep or not?" She

he wanted to or not. She couldn't risk being

Charles promptly relented. To spare his ear, he hurriedly

Marsha loosen her hold, emit a frosty snort, and proceed

on," she said, already

rubbed his ear intensely after Marsha pinched it. He clenched his jaw, thinking that she was way too rough. Right now, though, he was utterly worn out. The journey from Marsha's house to Charles' was long. It would take more than an hour and a half by car and he was barely managing to

Marsha to the elevator. Hazel, who

pulled

in apartment. Instantly,

was too exhausted for idle thoughts. After a quick freshening up, Marsha

the two women didn't rest. They were in

couch, eating ice

looked at Marsha, who was next to her reading a script, and thought with some disappointment, "I assumed Marsha had plans