Chapter 293
A soft sound slipped from Charlotte’s lips, snapping Anthony out of his thoughts. He put his phone down and unfastened the top button of his shirt with practiced ease, then made his way over to the bed and leaned over her.
Was she awake?
Charlotte was still lost somewhere between sleep and waking, hugging his pillow close. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, smooth and shiny, and the loose neckline of her pajamas revealed a stretch of pale skin and the elegant lines of her collarbones. Anthony’s eyes narrowed as a rush of heat swept through him, making his breath catch.
But he quickly pulled himself together. After a steadying breath, he reached for a light blanket and gently covered her up. That’s when he noticed her right hand. It looked a lot worse than it had that morning, even though he had put medicine on it before work and the swelling had almost gone down. Now, in just a few hours, the injury looked even more serious.
Anthony’s gaze turned icy.
Charlotte was a light sleeper and always on guard, so his gentle touch was enough to wake her fully. She opened her eyes, saw Anthony, and was about to say something, but before she could, he suddenly stood and walked out of the room.
Why was he leaving? And if she saw right, he looked seriously annoyed.
Charlotte tossed the pillow aside, her pale cheeks scrunching up in a frown. She felt a little hurt. She’d only agreed to be his girlfriend last night, and he was already acting distant. Maybe she’d made a mistake. This boyfriend needed a lot more work.
While she was still stewing, the door clicked open again and she heard quiet footsteps. Was he back to make it up to her? Well, she wasn’t going to forgive him so easily.
Charlotte kicked off the blanket and stepped onto the cool floor, planning to storm out. But Anthony took one look at her bare feet and frowned. He set down the first- aid kit and a tray of food, then scooped her up in his arms.
“The floor is cold. Why aren’t you wearing slippers?”
She kept her eyes averted, still pouting. He could tell she was upset because he left without speaking to her. Anthony set her down gently. and wrapped his arms around her, coaxing her with a soft smile.
“I wasn’t ignoring you,” he murmured. “Helen told me you hadn’t eaten, so I went to get you some dinner.”
At that, Charlotte finally looked up and glanced at the steaming food. “Oh.” Her stubborn expression eased a little.
“Eat something first.” Anthony rubbed her hair and settled her on the sofa. “You can have the rest later. I’ll help you.”
He opened the first-aid kit right away and grabbed the ointment. That’s when Charlotte realized her hand gotten worse from
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She didn’t argue, curling up on the sofa and eating while she watched Anthony tend to her hand. He never scolded her or asked any questions just quietly helped her. Charlotte’s lips curved into a small smile and most of her frustration faded away.
“Don’t use your right hand again until it’s completely healed,” Anthony warned as he
put away the kit and picked up a spoon. His voice was a little stern.
Charlotte looked at him and stayed quiet for a long moment. When her eyes met his, his heart softened. “I’m not mad at you,” he told her, his tone gentle.
A faint, sweet smile appeared on her lips. “Okay.”
Okay? Did she really mean she’d listen and rest her hand? Anthony frowned for a second, then let out a soft laugh.
“My obedient girlfriend.”