novelraw Chapter 800: Does Charlotte hate me?
Chapter 800: Does Charlotte hate me?
Charlotte came out after taking a bath and found that Robert Stephens was not in the room.
She was taken aback for a moment.
Could he have left?
Then, she heard some noise coming from the small partition in the kitchen.
Out of curiosity, Charlotte walked over and pushed the door slightly ajar, seeing Robert standing at the kitchen sink with his back to her, facing the bowl of instant noodles she had just eaten.
From her angle, she could see the man slightly frowning, staring at her bowl of noodles with a serious expression.
"You..."
Just as she was about to ask what he was doing, she saw Robert take a spoon, scoop some soup, and sneak a taste.
"!!"
Why was he eating her leftovers!
After eating, Robert frowned even more and looked very disgusted. He tossed the spoon into the sink, then dumped out the noodles, turned on the faucet, and actually started to do the dishes for her.
When Robert came out after washing the dishes, Charlotte had already dried her hair.
The man gently wiped his fingers with a dry tissue and said to her, "I’ll have Nicholas bring some food over tomorrow, so don’t buy instant noodles."
Charlotte turned her head to look at him. For some reason, her heart started pounding.
She deliberately said, "Instant noodles taste pretty good too."
Sure enough, Robert frowned, looking at her hesitantly but ultimately saying nothing, merely insisting, "Don’t eat all sorts of unhealthy stuff."
Charlotte couldn’t help but say, "Robert Stephens, what exactly..." do you feel about me?
The last six words, she still didn’t have the courage to say out loud.
She stared at Robert’s face, her heart beating faster and faster, almost unable to suppress her feelings.
"Hmm?"
The man looked over, "What did you say?"
"Why do you care so much?" Charlotte changed the topic, "I will eat whatever I like, it’s none of your business."
Robert looked at her standing by the window with a haughty expression, her small arms and legs, face and shoulders still immature, a flower untouched by the storms, thinking a little breeze meant independence.
He chuckled softly, walked over to stand in front of her, towering over her with his height of nearly 1.9 meters.
"Shorty," he said, "do you want to be just 1.5 meters your whole life?"
"......"
The little deer jumping in Charlotte’s heart was killed by Robert.
She glared at him with dead fish eyes: "I am 1.6 meters now."
Plus, her final height would be 1.65 meters!
Not a shorty at all.
Robert scoffed lightly, "To me, there’s no difference between 1.5 and 1.6." He reached out, gently pinched her chin, bent down to look at her, and said softly, "I don’t want every kiss with you to be so difficult. It’s bad for my spine."
His tone was very gentle, but his words were very harsh.
Charlotte was furious: "Who wants you to kiss anyway, you can go kiss Janet Madison instead! She’s tall!"
Robert nodded: "She’s about half a head taller than you. Like 1.72 meters?"
Seeing him nod, Charlotte almost choked in anger, starting to hiccup.
This guy can really drive people crazy.
She lowered her head, pushed him away, climbed onto the bed without looking at him, and coldly said, "Go find Janet, don’t come to me."
Robert turned around, leaned against the window sill, looking at Charlotte’s thin back wrapped in the quilt.
Not tall, but with quite a temper.
He looked down, unable to suppress a gentle laugh, walked over to sit by the bedside, reached out to curl a strand of the girl’s long hair, and asked softly, "So does Charlotte hate me now?"