Chapter 219
The next morning, Charlotte sat at the dining table, her fair arms peeking out from a simple white t-shirt. She sipped her breakfast porridge, trying not to stare, but her eyes kept drifting to Anthony.
He was by the windows, talking on the phone, her schoolbag dangling from his hand. His custom dark blue suit fit him perfectly, showing off his broad shoulders and long legs. Sunlight poured through the glass, wrapping him in a gentle golden glow, highlighting the sharp lines of his face. Even just his silhouette was enough to keep her attention.
Charlotte tried to focus on her breakfast, but her cheeks kept getting warmer. She felt the blush spreading, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it.
Helen came out with a plate of sandwiches and noticed right away. “Ms. Main, why is your face so red?” she asked, sounding genuinely worried. “Are you feeling alright?” Just a few minutes ago, Charlotte had seemed perfectly fine.
Anthony heard Helen and turned a little, catching sight of Charlotte’s flushed face. His brows pulled together, a hint of concern in his usually cool expression. “We’ll talk about this at the office,” he said into the phone, then hung up. In just a few steps, he crossed the room and gently pressed his palm to Charlotte’s forehead.
“Are you feeling sick?” His face was close, his scent faint but distracting, making it even harder for Charlotte to keep her composure.
“I’m fine,” she mumbled, turning away and quickly reaching for a sandwich. “It’s just kind of warm in here.”
“I’ll turn the air down a bit,” Helen said cheerfully, hurrying off to help.
Charlotte took a bite of her sandwich and realized there was a hot dog inside. That only made her face hotter. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she struggled to act normal.
Helen came back, still fussing. “The air conditioning is on, but your face is still red! Maybe we should call a doctor, just in case.”
Anthony glanced at Charlotte,
noticing how she was staring at her sandwich like it had betrayed her. He seemed to catch on, a small smirk tugging at his lips. For someone
with such a sharp me omen
Charlotte really clung to the wrong details.
“She’s not running a fever. No need for a doctor,” Anthony said quietly, waving Helen off. He rolled up his sleeves and started helping Charlotte with her breakfast, wiping her fingers one by one.
“What’s got you so flustered? Daydreaming again?” he teased, eyes full of mischief.
Charlotte looked up at him, trying to look innocent, her eyes clear but a little guilty. “I wasn’t thinking about anything.”
She definitely wasn’t about to admit she was wondering if his body was really as good as it had been in her dream.
Anthony drew out his next word, a little too pleased. “Oh He picked up a napkin and wiped each of her fingers extra carefully a half smile on his face. “For a second, I thought you might have some indecent thoughts about me, Lottie
Charlotte almost choked. Her lashes fluttered as she glared at him. “You’re completely covered up. What’s the harm in looking?”
He paused, his hands bracing on her chair, his body close enough to cage her in. He looked down at her, his
voice tower, almost playful.. “So
does that mean you want to see me with a little less on?”
The meaning was obvious, and Charlotte’s cheeks burned even more. She tipped her chin up, meeting his gaze with a stubborn little lift of her brows. “Try acting like a decent human being for once.”
Before he could say anything else, she slipped out of his arms and hurried off to the bathroom.