novelraw Chapter 802: His Rose
Chapter 802: His Rose
Charlotte turned her back to him: "Stop bothering me."
She had to work tomorrow.
Did this guy come to her place just to disturb her?!
"Eat and sleep, are you a pig?"
"..." Charlotte was speechless, finally turning over to look at him.
How did she not realize before how annoying this guy was?
"If you’re bored, go find Janet, don’t bother me."
Robert said, "No."
He squinted slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of amusement, "Charlotte, why are you so jealous."
She wasn’t jealous.
She genuinely thought it was ridiculous for this guy to ditch Janet, his official girlfriend, to play with her, a runaway pet.
Charlotte said, "I have to get up early tomorrow. If you’re not sleeping, I’m going to sleep."
Robert stared at her for a moment, suddenly laughed, and slipped under her covers.
Charlotte reluctantly made room for him, and the man took the opportunity to snuggle closer.
He held her in his arms, kissing her soft cheek.
"Don’t worry, I’ll only marry you in this life. With Janet, it’s just playing around." He looked down at her, his smile charming and elegant, "Don’t be mad, my Charlotte, your man is always yours."
Charlotte frowned slightly, a hint of disdain on her young face.
Scumbag!
He actually had the nerve to say it was just a game right in front of her, such a jerk, wasn’t he afraid of spraining his back with such bold moves!
Charlotte said, "I don’t care."
She pouted and turned away in his arms.
Robert chuckled lowly, leaning down.
He called her softly, "Charlotte, I really didn’t do anything, why don’t you check, hmm?"
He held her soft waist from behind with a warm hand.
Charlotte’s breath hitched, and she struggled a bit, paused, and let out a small "ooh."
Robert inhaled the warm fragrance from her, ever since Charlotte argued with him over her studies, it had been over two months.
When busy, he didn’t feel much about it.
Charlotte’s eyes were moist, the girl’s eyes showing a pitiful look, raised in luxury, unaware of the struggles of ordinary people.
His pampered little rose.
He laughed softly in his heart, looking down to coax her gently.
Charlotte shook her head, refusing: "No..."
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The next day, Charlotte woke up with a sore back and waist.
The man had already called Nicholas 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, shook her head, struggled to get up, and the soreness in her waist made her let out a light "hmm."
Robert reached out to support her, seeing her furrowed brows and pained expression, and found it somewhat amusing: "I’ve never seen you up this early before, now you’re working hard. Is the money I give you not enough, that you have to show yourself like this?"
"I don’t want to use your money," Charlotte answered seriously.
The man still seemed to find it funny, tilting his head to look at her: "If you don’t want to use my money, whose money do you want to use?"