Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 829: Epilogue 1

"I want you to let me go."

Charlotte closed her eyes, speaking with some fatigue, "Robert Stephens, if we stay together, there will only be a bad ending for us."

Robert slightly tightened his grip on her wrist, narrowing his eyes, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"There will be no good ending."

Charlotte suddenly broke down, covering her face, feeling utterly exhausted.

She wanted to leave Robert, but couldn’t escape. If she didn’t speak up, Robert might never understand her fear.

A voice inside her was telling her, just let it go, Charlotte, tell him everything... tell him the truth and the outcome of the past life.

She couldn’t bear it anymore.

"You don’t love me at all, nor do you want this child. In your eyes, I’m just a plaything, aren’t I?" Charlotte opened her eyes, looking at Jared Foster’s gradually restrained expression, and sneered, "Did I hit the nail on the head? I knew it, I’ve always known it..."

If it weren’t for him not wanting the child back then, she wouldn’t have joined forces with her family to hurt him.

But now, what does he mean by all this? Serving her ginseng soup for the pregnancy, traveling miles just to coax her...

Robert frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Charlotte pushed him away, "You know very well whether I’m talking nonsense or not in your heart!"

Robert frowned at her, as if looking at a disobedient child.

Are all pregnant women so unreasonable?

"About Maya, it was indeed my fault, I apologize to you. But saying I don’t want this child, that’s clearly you talking nonsense."

"How am I talking nonsense? This child once died at your hands."

"Once?" Robert’s face grew increasingly unpleasant, "Charlotte Smith, are you having a fever?"

Charlotte decided to throw caution to the wind, "Take me as a lunatic then, Robert, keep your distance from me, I beg you, I can’t endure a second round of torment in my life. I want to give birth to this child, it is our first child, I don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl..."

Robert stared at her face, grabbing Charlotte’s wrist, and in an instant, a terrifying and strange truth connected the anomalies in Charlotte’s behavior over the past while.

"Do you know what happens to us in the future?" he asked slowly, "Is that it?"

"Yes, I do." Charlotte looked at his youthful and vibrant face, recalling Robert Stephens in a wheelchair in her memory, "For your own good and mine, we should part ways as soon as possible."

Robert held her tightly in his arms; his young face bore a heavy expression. He didn’t show whether he believed or disbelieved, just asked, "What happened to us later?"

"You died young," Charlotte said, "because of me. Because I betrayed you."

"Why did you betray me?"

"Because you were so ruthless, you killed our child with your own hands." She panted softly, her voice very light, "When I was a child, I was spoiled by you beyond reason, unaware of your pretentious affection for me. When the child was gone, everything collapsed. My family and I conspired together, and planted a bomb in your car..."

"I originally wanted to die with you."

"But... you threw yourself on me to protect me. Yet... you could never stand up again."

At this point, Charlotte was still very distraught. She raised her head to look at the man in front of her, grabbing his collar and asked bitterly, "Why, why did you protect me? I don’t understand, Robert, you’re truly terrifying..."