novelraw Chapter 801: Robert Stephens, what are you trying to do?
Chapter 801: Robert Stephens, what are you trying to do?
Charlotte turned her back to him, "Leave me alone."
She still had work tomorrow.
Did this guy come to her place just to bother her?!
"Eat and then sleep, are you a pig?"
"...." Charlotte was speechless and finally turned over to look at him.
How did she never know this guy was so annoying before?
"If you’re bored, go play with Janet, stop bothering me."
Robert Stephens: "No."
He slightly squinted his eyes, amusement flashing in them, "Charlotte, why are you so jealous?"
She wasn’t jealous at all.
She seriously thought there was something wrong with this guy for ditching Janet, his official girlfriend, and playing with her, the runaway little pet.
Charlotte said, "I have to get up early tomorrow, if you’re not sleeping, I am."
Robert Stephens stared at her for a moment, suddenly smiled, then lifted her blanket and squeezed in.
Charlotte scooched over a little, clearly disdaining, and the man took the opportunity to hug her.
He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her soft cheek.
"Rest assured, I’ll only marry you in this life. Janet and I were just acting." He looked down at her, his smile charming and elegant, "Don’t be mad, your man will always be yours."
Charlotte knitted her brows, showing a hint of scorn on her little face.
Jerk!
He actually said it was all an act to her face, the shameless jerk, not worried he’d hurt himself from being so brazen!
Charlotte said, "I don’t care."
She pouted, turned around in his arms.
Robert let out a low laugh, lowered his head, and bit her soft neck.
He softly called her, "Charlotte, I really didn’t do anything, why don’t you check for yourself, hmm?"
He reached from behind and slipped his fingers under her pajama hem, his warm palm wrapping around her soft waist.
Charlotte’s breathing grew heavy; she struggled hard, only to feel his lips on her ear, her sensitive spot, and she paused, letting out a soft "mmph."
Robert was also somewhat impassioned, smelling the soft scent on Charlotte. Since they quarreled over her schooling, it had been more than two months since he touched her.
Busy times made it easier to ignore, but once he started thinking, it was hard to control instincts.
He kissed her neck, turning her skin a rosy pink, then turned her over to gaze at the young, tender face in his arms.
Charlotte’s eyes were moist, the girl exuding a charming, delicate vulnerability, living a life of luxury without knowing the hardships of the world.
His pampered little rose.
He chuckled quietly, gazing down and gently coaxing her, "Charlotte, just once, just once, okay..."
Charlotte shook her head, refusing, "No..."
Her voice drowned in his kisses.
...
The next morning, Charlotte woke up with a sore back.
The man had already called Nicholas Woods, asking him to bring clothes over. Seeing her awake, he gently ruffled her messy hair, "It’s still early, sleep a bit more."
Charlotte looked at the time; it was already six-thirty. She shook her head, struggled to get up, wincing from the ache in her waist, letting out a soft "mmph."
Robert reached out to support her, watching her furrow her brows with a pained expression, finding it somewhat amusing: "Never saw you get up this early before, now you’re all diligent with a job. Didn’t I give you enough money, making you have to put yourself out there?"