n gently guided Charlotte toward the bathroom. “Lottle, be good. Go freshen up first.”
After washing up, Charlotte sat down at the dining table.
sean <b>had </b>prepared a hearty meal–scrambled eggs with herbs, crispy garlic pork chops, spicy buffalo wings, and a creamy chicken soup. All were Charlotte’s
Having skipped breakdast, Charlotte’s stomach growled with hunger. Now fully awake, she eagerly picked up her fork and dug in
Across the table, Sean watched her with a warm, affectionate smile, his eyes sparkling with quiet amusement.
“<b>Is </b><b>it </b>good?” he asked, his voler soft and gentle.
“Mmmm!“Charlotte nodded, a bright smile on her face. “Your cooling is always my favorite, Sean
“Eat up too, Sean,” she beamed. “Don’t let yourself go hungry.”
“Lottle,” Sean’s voice held a yful warmth.
“Han? What’s wrong?” Charlotte looked up, her cheeks puffed with food,
| Sean leaned back, a teasing smile lighting up his handsome face. “You satisfied me plentyst night. Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”
“ft–cough, cough? Charlotte <b>choked </b>on her snap, coughing and sputtering.
“You.]” Her cheeks tumed bright red, and she bit her lip, mortified. “Why would you say <b>that</b>?”
Sean chuckled, his tone full of doting affection. “<b>Alright</b><b>, </b>alright, I won’t say anything, Just focus on eating
At <b>Vivian’s </b>private <b>vi</b><b>, </b>a bodyguard in a ck uniform bowed respectfully.
“Miss, Judy Caleb has been taken by Mr. Jasper’s men.
<b>“</b>Why didn’t those <b>useless </b>idiots just all her<b>?</b><b>” </b>Vivian’s eyes <b>shed </b>with cage, <b>ber </b>jaw clenched. “Bunch of fools!”
The bodyguard remained silent, his face expressionless like a machine,
Vivian suddenly spun around, ring <b>at </b>him. “You’re just as useless! Aplete Idiot!”
He didn’t flinch, his expression unchanged.
<b>“</b>Get out!<b>” </b><b>Vivian’s </b><b>face </b>twisted with fury.
The grabbed a nearby teacup and hurled it at the bodyguard,
“Understood.” He dodged and left without another word,
As soon as he was gone, Vivian’s cold, calcting gaze fell on the shattered teacup. Pulling out her <b>phone</b>, she typed a message.
“Judy Caleb <b>has </b>been <b>found </b><b>by </b>Sean. What should I do next?”
A reply came almost instantly
“I’ll send someone to silence her.”
“Do I need to <b>do </b>anything?
“Nothing. Don’t worry, they won’t trace it back to you.”
After lunch, Charlotte blushed and started pushing Sean toward the door.
“Alright, Sean, you should go. I’ve got ns with Mia and Lepaths afternoon. I don’t have time to entertain you.”
Sean’s expression turned almost pitiful, standing his ground. “You’re already tired of me?”
Standing there at nearly six foot three, Sean was practically a wall, Chatott couldn’t even budge him.
She posted, instinctively using a sweet, yful tone. “No, of course not. How could I get tired of being with you? but I promised the girls I’d meet them. It’s a glits [day—no boys allowed<b>, </b>sight?
<b>Sean’s </b>eyebrows lifted slightly. “Who says I could carry your slipping bags.<ol><li>es. You girls will definitely shop till you drop. n you <b>really </b>carry everything on your</li></ol>
Charlotte stomped <b>her </b>foot. “Oh,e on! <b>just </b>go. Lured time to do my makeup can’t waste it bickering with you.”
Sean’s lips curved into <b>a </b>yful smile. “I could help you with your makeup.”
Charlotteughed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, like you know how,
“Fine, fine,” the coaxed, softening her tone like she was soothing a child. “How about this? I’ll meet you tonight, okay?
<b>“</b>Promise?”
“<b>I </b>promise. <b>Why </b>would 1 lie to you?”
Sean finally gave in. “Alright, then <b>call </b>me when you’re done shopping. I pick you up.”
“Got L”
At Lena’s private vi, the living room was filled with wachter
Half an hour earlier, the three best friends had started chatting, and somehow the <b>topic </b>had spiraled into the night Charlotte got drunk. Once the topic came up, there was no stopping it.
“Hahaha! Come on, Lottie, don’t be shy we’re all <b>friends </b>here. Tell us–does Sean really have.. you know a problem <b>in </b>that <b>area</b>?”
The oneughing the hardest was Mia. She was clutching her stomach, tears streaming down her face
“Lena, you won’t believe this! Last night, my brother came home and told me that Lottle got <b>drunk </b>at the bar and, in front of a huge crowd, started shouting that Sean has issues down there! I was dying! Lottie, you’re amazing!”