Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 288: Chapter 288: Enough already, I don’t even know you!

Robert Stephens looked at her, his dark eyes still swirling with hostility, but his expression gradually calmed down.

He leaned against the sofa, closed his eyes slightly, and said in a calm voice, "Come in and clean up."

"Yes." Charlotte Smith responded softly, walked over, kneeling on the floor, and picked up the pieces of the incense burner that Robert had just smashed onto the ground one by one.

The incense had just been burning, and the fragments were scorching hot. Charlotte kept her head down, her fingertips turning red from the burns, not daring to complain.

"You’re too slow." The man’s lukewarm voice hit her from above.

"I’m sorry." She apologized instinctively, and her fingertip accidentally got cut by a sharp piece of porcelain. Bright red blood instantly mixed into the ashes on the floor. She couldn’t help but let out a light hiss of pain, but didn’t dare pause, and quickly gathered the pieces to throw them into the trash.

By the time she had cleaned up all the ashes from the floor, five minutes had passed.

The man leaning on the sofa had already regained his calm expression, his long eyes, gentle as water, gazed at her faintly. The wound on Charlotte’s hand was still bleeding; she hid it behind her back and lowered her head in front of Robert Stephens, "Sir, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave."

"Come here."

"..." Charlotte paused slightly but obediently walked over.

"Show me your hand."

She instinctively looked up, meeting the man’s deep, dark eyes. They were so deep she could only see her slightly panicked reflection, unable to discern what he was thinking.

Charlotte was already used to obeying this man unconditionally. Though fearful, she still stretched out her bleeding finger as instructed.

The cut was on her forefinger, deep enough that blood continued to flow from her fingertip.

Afraid of staining the man’s lap blanket, she didn’t dare get too close, speaking softly, "I’m sorry, sir. I was careless."

The man didn’t reply, just took her injured finger with his cold hand, bringing it up close, "Does it hurt?"

Charlotte hesitated, gently shaking her head.

The next second, she saw the man lower his head slightly, enveloping her injured forefinger in his mouth, gently sucking away the blood at her fingertip...

she could see the man’s gentle face and

brought her a

time, he had spoiled her

the point that no one in the Stephens family dared to say "no"

...

your hands." The man spat out the blood, dabbed his lips with a napkin

his eyes to look at her, his gaze

reflected

had

her fingertip remained the

tap, and

if Robert Stephens was acting on a whim, but she

very clear that between her and Robert Stephens, nothing could return to the way

*

the bathroom, the man was

his dense lashes casting deep shadows in the

was weaker than an average person’s, and the air conditioning temperature was

to disturb him, softly treading on the carpet, about to

"..."

you to quickly deal with him and that woman’s affair. It’s been months and you haven’t handled

"..."

to part with, then why did you come back to me in the

cautiously replied, "...I just didn’t want to hurt

as you think," Robert

when Charlotte thought he wouldn’t say anything more, he added, "Come to my

seconds later, she slowly relaxed and lowered her head, trying to loose her tense throat and replied in a soft,

"Yes."

*

found under a lush paulownia

the trunk, hair disheveled, clothes dirty here and there, looking very much

end up

looked down at her, "Come back with me. Stop making