Chapter 31

Charlotte's POV
　　
　　"Yes, but unfortunately that killer's plan had a huge hole in it." I said.
　　Ronald added a step ahead of me.
　　"But the killer didn't expect that Charlotte would actually stab Tyler with that dagger for her own safety."
　I nodded, indicating that Ronald was right.
　　"Who would be best served by my death?" I asked Ronald.
　　Ronald and Tyler both became silent at the same time.
　　"I'm as lowly as the lowest ant, does my existence threaten anyone else?"
　　I looked at Ronald with a probing gaze.
　　Ronald shifted his eyes to meet mine. I clasped my arms and looked at him, and I caught a flash of surprise on Ronald's face.
　　Ronald moved closer to me and he stared at my face and asked me in a low voice.
　　　"Charlotte?"
　　I had long been used to Ronald being so close to me, so I clasped my arms and held my head up to answer Ronald.
　　"Yes, Mr. Ronald?"
　　Ronald's throat rolled up and down, which made me notice that his way of speaking was starting to get sexy.
　　"I don't think I've mentioned that it's you and a friend I know who resembles each other."
　　I cried out in my mind, damn it, I forgot to hide my true character.
　　But I still had a carefree attitude on the surface.
　I hurriedly put a flattering smile on my face , I said ingratiatingly to Ronald.
　　"Is he also a handsome Beta like Tyler-san?"
　　I pretended not to understand Ronald's query. I began to pretend to make wild guesses.
　　Ronald, however, changed his usual expression of dislike for me, and he said to me seriously.
　　"No. She's the most special, bravest girl I've ever met. I think I love her."
　　Hearing what Ronald said, my heart began to grow uneasy.
　　I'm sorry, Ronald, but even if you loved me, we couldn't be together.
　　"I don't think a future will exist between us." I said to Ronald silently.
　　I expected Ronald to forget me and the so-called ally soon, but deep inside I was hoping that Ronald would not forget me.
　　I think I still desire and cherish Ronald's love.
　　I warned myself not to show a soft side to Ronald, whose father was my mother's killer.
　　I smiled awkwardly, wanting so badly to escape from this place.
　　There was a knock on the door and a maid poked her head out respectfully at the door.
　　"Mr. Ronald?"
　　Ronald introduced her to me, "Vivian takes care of my life, she is my personal maid."
I nodded, "I can see that Vivian cares a lot about your life and the people you have around you."
　　"What's going on, Vivian?" asked Ronald.
　　Vivian bent down and addressed Ronald with respect. "It's Mr. Charlie, your father has asked you to come to his study."
　　Ronald nodded, "I see. I'll be there in a moment."
　He turned back and instructed the nurse, then said goodbye to Tyler.
　　"Take care of Tyler. also, Vivian, I need you to take Miss Charlotte back to my room."
　　Vivian's eyes widened as she seemed to be in disbelief at what Ronald was saying.
　　"What? Take Miss Charlotte back to her room? Your room?"
　　Vivian asked in surprise.
　　"Don't make me say it twice, Vivian."
　　Ronald's face didn't look too good, but he glanced back at me anyway.
　　Vivian respectfully replied to him, "Yes, I will. Please don't worry, Mr. Ronald."
　　I was led by Vivian and went back to Ronald's room.
　　"When will Ronald be back?" I asked Vivian.
　　But she seemed to dislike me and was not very willing to answer my question.
　　"I'm afraid that Miss Charlotte will have to ask Mr. Ronald herself."
　　Vivian's jealous and angry tone was audible even to me.
　　Vivian slammed the door heavily behind her and I was left alone in the room.
　　But none of this was a serious hardship for me.
　　I surveyed the room that belonged to Ronald. The two hundred square feet actually contained a parlor and a study. A whole wall was filled with heavy books.
　　"I don't know when Ronald will come back anyway, so instead of dawdling here, I'll read a book as a pastime to pass the time."
　　I reassured myself, found a ladder and began to follow this wall of books and began to browse my favorite books.
　　The wonderful contents of the book made me forget the time, and I looked up again, and it was already pitch black outside.
　　I stretched my back and looked at the clock.
　　It was almost 11:30 at night. It was surprising that Ronald hadn't returned by this time. Maybe Charlie was looking for him to arrange some complicated tasks.
　　I thought casually, I should be in the shower and sleeping at this time. Not dawdling in this big room, waiting for Ronald to come back and question my identity again.
　　I have to go, I said to myself.
I went back to my room and turned around and locked the door to my room.
　　I opened the door and ran head-on into Ronald.
　　"Damn!" I was knocked backwards two steps by Ronald and I almost fell over. I had to rub my forehead, which hurt a little from the impact.
　　"Charlotte, why are you here?"
　　Ronald nimbly wrapped his arms around my waist, saving my back from experiencing the pain of falling to the ground.
　　
　　My wolf quietly consulted with me, "I wonder who is trying to set you up, Charlotte."
"It must have been a conspiracy. But the killer doesn't seem very familiar with my character, so much so that it misjudged how things would turn out." I said.
"My guess is that the killer is someone close to Ronald, and that it must know and understand Tyler," my wolf emphasized.
Just as we were talking about it, there was a heavy knock on the door of my room.
There was such a violent knock that I almost thought the door was going to fall apart with this guy knocking.
"Who else would come to my room now that it's so late?" I thought in confusion.
I opened the door and there was Ronald standing in the doorway with his face red, his eyes so deep they looked like they were going to suck me in.
I was in such a hurry to open the door for him that I had only a thin dress that looked like the wings of a cicada.
The night was already late, and the temperature at night was much colder than during the day. I had to wrap my thin clothes tightly around me as a cool breeze blew in the hallway.
"What is it, Mr. Ronald, is there anything I can do to help you?"
I asked Mr. Ronald with a couple of coughs.
Strangely enough, Ronald's head was down and he acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He spread his arms wide and then propped his hands firmly on the door frame.
"Mr. Ronald? Ronald?" I tried to move his arm away from my doorframe, but I couldn't budge him one bit.
Ronald's stubbornness made me feel a little angry with him, "Mr. Ronald, I think I need to close the door and go to bed now!"
I said to him with some irritation.
I noticed that the tips of Ronald's fingers were even a little white from his own squeezing, Ronald seemed to be holding back something now.
"Ronald, are you okay?" I put my hand on his forehead.
"Jesus! Why is the temperature of your forehead so hot? What the hell have you guys been doing?" I said to Ronald in surprise.
I grabbed Ronald's arm, which was as hot as his forehead.
"I suggest you should have to go see Baron right now!" I pushed hard against Ronald's chest and the heat traveled through the clothes on his body and into my palm. It was a touch that couldn't be ignored.
Ronald lowered his head and muffled his explanation to me, "No, I'm fine." His voice was like a desert that hadn't rained for too long, dry and hoarse as if it could crack in an instant.
"You're just being ridiculous!" I said angrily.
I sniffed his body carefully, "There's no smell of alcohol, and you haven't been drinking. How come your body is rolling like this?"
"You're not sick, are you?" I asked with some concern.
"Let me take a look." I brought a thermometer from the bedroom to take Ronald's temperature. "Jesus! Ronald, you must be running a fever!"
Tyler should still be lying in the hospital now, and I was going to ask Vivian to ask Baron to come over to see Ronald.
I first kindly helped Ronald to unbutton his collar, when fever is present, the patient must to first heat to cool down.
"Are you okay?" I put my hand on Ronald's neck again to check the temperature of his body.
Ronald finally lifted his head. I was able to see the expression on his entire face as Ronald watched my every move with his deep, scarlet eyes. I took a few unconscious steps backward.
"You look simply awful, Ronald!" I reminded him. "I'll get Vivian over here for you right away."
With that, I prepared to ring the call bell at my side.
Ronald quickly grabbed my hand and he wrapped it tightly around my wrist. This way my body would have to stay in Ronald's embrace.
The bad news is that Ronald's action made it impossible for me to call Vivian, and I was left alone with this strange guy.
Ronald slowly moved closer to my body and I could feel his lips were cold at this point.
A voice rang in my ears, a voice that sounded like it was coming from the deepest hell.
"Don't move, Charlotte," Ronald threatened me.
Ronald frowned as he brought his face close to where the gap between my neck and shoulder was. Then he starts breathing deeply.
He looked so hard, Ronald almost gritted his teeth to make the sound .
"Get your hands off me! Or I dare not guarantee your safety."
"Don't make me look so vulnerable, Ronald!" I squeezed the words out of my throat. ronald's strength made it impossible for me to breathe freely.
I thought I heard a cold laugh, and then the skin on my neck was sucked tightly by Ronald.
"Ah! No!" Such a sudden movement made me tense and keep shrinking back. But as soon as I stepped back an inch, Ronald held me an inch tighter into his arms.
The strong, hormonal scent from Ronald lingers on the tip of my nose. It was mixed with a nice minty scent. It made Ronald's whole being warm and fresh.
The cold, soft touch on my neck was deepening, and Ronald's ragged panting kept echoing in my head. I gradually let go of my tight grip on his arm, but Ronald let out a cold grunt of great dissatisfaction the moment I let go of him.
Then he lifted my hand and put it to his lips leaving a deep kiss.
Ronald, Ronald, Ronald, I cried out in my mind over and over again the real name that belonged to him. I deceived myself, let after forget everything about revenge for a while.
I lifted Ronald's face, he narrowed his eyes into slits, his face glowing red.
"What a face you can't get enough of." I sighed helplessly.
I said this very slowly, and I don't know if Ronald heard me.
I held my breath, and then I pushed my lips towards Ronald's.