Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 805: Despair

Charlotte was silent for a moment before she gently said, "Oh, that’s good."

Nicholas instinctively felt that what he had just said didn’t sound quite right. He was about to make amends when he heard Charlotte say, "I’m fine now, I’ll hang up first."

"Char..."

Nicholas was stunned for a moment, and Charlotte had already hung up the phone.

This...

Nicholas looked at the darkened phone screen with his head down, hesitant about whether to inform Robert Stephens.

He felt like Charlotte’s voice sounded strange today, a bit melancholic...

*

Charlotte put her phone down and lay weakly on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

She felt a bit foolish for asking Nicholas that kind of question.

Perhaps it was because...

She still held some unrealistic expectations for Robert Stephens.

Hoping to get some unrealistic response.

Perhaps she thought that as long as Robert didn’t like Janet, she might still have a chance, and the child in her womb might also have a chance...

It was just some rather unrealistic delusions.

Charlotte turned over, lowered her eyes, and looked at the capsule clenched in her palm.

She felt a little sad, but also a sense of helplessness against fate.

If she actively killed this child, would everything end from now?

After lying on the bed for a while, Charlotte got up and poured herself a glass of water.

Looking at the transparent water glass in her hand, Charlotte took a deep breath and swallowed the capsule with the water.

The capsule was larger than the usual cold medicine, and she had a hard time swallowing it, taking some time to swallow it completely.

After taking the medicine, she returned to bed alone, waiting quietly for the medicine to take effect.

For this child that hadn’t been born, and still couldn’t be born, her feelings weren’t deep.

Just for some reason, after taking the medicine, she couldn’t control the cold sweat breaking out all over her body.

Her heartbeat started to accelerate, and her limbs felt weak.

She sat on the bed for a while, finally unable to control the instinct and rushed to the washroom, forcing herself to vomit out the capsule.

The capsule hadn’t dissolved yet, and trembling all over, Charlotte examined the capsule she had just swallowed, confirming that the outer shell was intact before her legs went soft, and she propped her hands against the sink, breathing shakily.

Tears, she didn’t know when they had started to flow, made her face dirty with tears and saliva. She felt her heart collapsing, wanting to scream, but she couldn’t utter a single word.

She had no way.

Charlotte thought desperately.

She had no way to kill it.

She couldn’t do it in the past, and she still couldn’t do it now.

She had no way to be as cruel as him, to personally kill the child that belonged to her and him.

She had no way.

*

When Robert Stephens drove to Charlotte’s single apartment, it was already close to midnight.

He had attended a charity gala, and the donation ended close to eleven-thirty, leaving just at the pinch of time.

Charlotte was already asleep by then.

He had long asked Nicholas to give him a key to Charlotte’s residence, so he entered unobstructed, opening the door to see the small figure sleeping on the bed. He walked more lightly, removing his coat to wash up in the bathroom.

When he came out, Charlotte was awake, having turned on a small wall lamp, gazing at him in the dim light.

She did indeed look as Nicholas said, not in good spirits. Robert walked over, asking her gently, "Has your cold gotten better?"

Charlotte’s small face, under her messy long hair, appeared somewhat pale. Below her pretty eyelids were faint dark circles.

Robert felt some sympathy for her and added, "If you’re tired, don’t go to work, quit the flower shop."

He didn’t understand where her leisure came from, having long told her not to go out, yet she insisted on going to that shabby shop every day. If not for her indeed staying put there, not running about, he’d have suspected whether she was seeing someone behind his back.

Charlotte wasn’t aware of Robert’s thoughts, only responding gently to his words, "A bit better. I’ve already asked the shop owner for leave."

Robert glanced at her, slightly displeased, "You know that’s not what I meant."

He hoped she would quit for him soon.

Charlotte just smiled at him, not speaking further.

Sometimes, Robert also felt he couldn’t handle her. He couldn’t be at home with her all day, nor could he take her with him to work every day. If she wanted to go out for a change of pace, he indeed couldn’t manage it too much.

The man sighed softly, holding her petite frame in his arms, gently smoothing her long hair.

"Charlotte, be good, okay? If you fall ill, it pains me too."

Charlotte leaned in his arms, asking him, "Why did you come back so late today?"

"I attended a charity banquet, left after donating, and didn’t even attend the dinner, just came over."

Charlotte yawned slightly, "Went with Janet?"

"Her father is the initiator, of course, she’s there," Robert explained, chuckling, "Why do you keep mentioning her lately? Didn’t I tell you, that she and I are merely in business?"

Charlotte asked, "Then if she wanted to marry you, would you marry her?"

The man seemed to find her question amusing in its childishness, laughed lightly a few times, and spoke to her gently, "What nonsense are you thinking? Didn’t I promise you, that I’d marry you when you turn twenty-one?"

Charlotte had nothing more to say for a moment, curling up in the man’s arms, her long lashes downcast, remaining silent.

She didn’t know what he would think if she told him she had been reborn from the future, and that when she turned twenty-one, not only did he not marry her, but he personally killed the child that once belonged to both of them.

He was a big liar, and she wasn’t a saint, but she was indeed once deceived by him, hoping he would come to marry her.

Charlotte, trembling, closed her eyes and thought of the tiny child in her belly.

She couldn’t bring herself to personally kill it, and once Robert Stephens discovered the child, wouldn’t everything be the same as before?

And in this lifetime, Janet had even appeared.

She had made things even more complicated.

"Charlotte?"

"Charlotte?"

...

Charlotte snapped back to her senses, hearing Robert calling her. She opened her eyes to see the man slightly frowning at her, "Are you really just having a cold? Your complexion looks so bad."

Avoiding being taken to the hospital for an examination, Charlotte hurriedly nodded, "I’m fine. It really is just a cold."

Robert’s furrowed brow relaxed a bit, he held her slender shoulder, lying down on the bed. His tall, slender frame seemed a bit cramped on the small double bed. While holding her, the man complained, "Tomorrow, let’s have Nicholas come over to replace the bed."