Chapter 1488

"Do you think the only way out is through this door?"

"The windows won't budge either."

"Then I'll just jump out the window, how about that?"

"Did you forget? You were worried my parents' enemies might try to assassinate me, so the door to the rooftop is the most secure one. It's locked tight now." Charles gently brushed his nose against her earlobe.

"Do you want your mom to find out about this?" Charlotte asked sternly. "Charles, this is not okay. Even if you want to start over with me, we can talk about it slowly."

"I don't want to talk about it slowly. You broke my heart by wanting to marry another man. So, either we walk out this door and get married, or neither of us leaves this place!"

"Get married?" Charlotte was shocked.

She grabbed his wrist, and the sharp pain made Charles finally let go.

Charlotte turned around and saw Charles's face full of smiles. He was taller than her, looking down with his eyes half-closed.

It was incredibly seductive, completely different from the cold and distant Charles everyone else knew.

"Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind?" Charlotte was utterly terrified by him.

Being held captive wasn't even this scary.

Charles wanted to marry her?

"We agreed on this from the start," Charles said, enunciating each word. "That first night in the jungle, you promised me that when I came of age, you would marry me and not anyone else."

"Things said during sex don't count!" Charlotte blurted out.

The smile on Charles's face slowly faded.

"I didn't mean it like that, anyway..."

"Anyway, I took it seriously," Charles interrupted.

"You are..." Charlotte was so angry that her back ached even more. She shoved Charles away and stormed upstairs.

Charles stood there, soon hearing a heavy door slam and the sound of a lock clicking.

He didn't mind.

He slowly made his way to the kitchen.

The previously empty kitchen was now filled with all sorts of ingredients.

All of Charlotte's favorites.

Charles leisurely cooked eggs and made porridge.

In his spare time, he checked his phone.

Seeing a dozen messages from Chicago, he smirked.

He replied: [Haven't been beaten up yet.]

He conveniently ignored the fact that his wrist was nearly broken.

It was just a bit rough; how could that be called a beating?

Chicago's call came immediately.

He thought for a moment and answered.

"I'll say this once: let her go, or I'll tell Mom and Dad!" Chicago threatened in a low, fierce voice.

"No need to tell them. I'll personally inform them that I'm going to marry Charlotte."

The other end of the line went silent.

So silent that Charles thought Chicago had hung up.

He checked his phone.

Seeing the call was still connected, he put it back to his ear.

"Charles, are you seriously having an episode?" Chicago asked earnestly. "Please don't do this. I'm scared!"

"I'm fine, don't cry." He paused. "Do you remember the night Dad went missing, the night she saved us?"

"I remember!" Chicago's voice was tinged with anxious sobs.

"From that moment, I knew Charlotte would be my wife for life. That has never changed."

Charles's voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

"Chicago, don't blame me."

"Charles..." Chicago choked up, then whispered, "At least she hasn't hit you yet. Doesn't that mean she still has some feelings for you?"

Charles chuckled softly.

Chicago didn't know the half of it.

Charlotte had more than just lingering feelings.

She loved him!

He could feel everything last night.

The Substitute's Revenge: From Secretary to Queen
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