Chapter 1487
After sending the message, Chicago felt dazed for a while.
Then she got up, changed her clothes, and drifted downstairs to have breakfast.
Last night, everyone had partied until late.
Now the house was eerily quiet, not a soul in sight.
Chicago made herself two pieces of toast, spread some jam on them, and didn't bother heating up the milk. She sat at the bar, eating slowly.
After finishing, she went to the studio and stared blankly for a while.
Her phone buzzed twice.
Chicago picked it up, suddenly alert.
[Dad's old ways aren't so bad.]
Chicago was about to lose it.
[Charles, don't even think about pulling some crazy stunt. It's illegal! I'll call the cops and have you arrested!]
[No, wait, if it comes to that, I'll probably have to collect your body first. Charlotte will kill you!]
[Charles, get a grip! If you die, I'll be dragged back to inherit the family business!]
[I really hate you!]
[I shouldn't have told you about Charlotte crying secretly!]
Her message went unanswered.
Chicago didn't know that Charles had his phone on Do Not Disturb mode, so he didn't get any notifications.
When he woke up, the room was still pitch dark.
The curtains were drawn.
Charlotte's first sensation upon waking was a dull ache in her lower back.
It had been too intense.
She carefully moved his hand from her waist.
Charles was a light sleeper, so she had to be extra cautious to leave before he woke up.
She wasn't sure if she could still catch her flight.
She couldn't bother with the clothes she wore yesterday.
Luckily, there was a closet downstairs.
All her old clothes were still there. After sneaking downstairs, Charlotte quickly changed.
Her phone was completely dead.
But she glanced outside at the light.
It was probably past 2 PM.
She wouldn't make the flight.
She needed to contact the airline to reschedule.
With that in mind, Charlotte tiptoed to the door, tried to open it, but it didn't budge.
She frowned.
She tried harder, but the door still wouldn't move.
Charlotte wasn't great with electronics. She thought Charles had locked the door and tried to unlock it.
But there wasn't a keyhole on this side.
She pursed her lips, studying the door, when she noticed the smart screen by the entrance.
The whole house's security system was active.
Just as Charlotte was feeling exasperated, she heard footsteps behind her.
A tall shadow enveloped her as Charles hugged her from behind. "Where are you going?"
Charlotte felt a sudden tension.
"My flight's already delayed. Open the door!" Charlotte nudged him with her elbow.
She didn't dare use too much force.
Charles had been very sick as a child and had a bone marrow transplant. Since then, Charlotte had always seen him as someone who needed special care.
Even though she knew that his frail image had long vanished, she still couldn't bring herself to be rough with him.
"Flight? There's no flight. You're not going anywhere until you give me the answer I want." Charles tightened his arms around her waist, closed his eyes, and buried his face in her neck.
"Charles, what are you doing?" Charlotte was shocked.
"Yes, I'm crazy." His tone remained the same. "My girlfriend is about to marry another man. How could I not be? If I don't lock you up, am I supposed to let you happily fly back to get married? Charlotte, don't even think about it."
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