Chapter 1491
Facing Chicago's all-knowing gaze, Fiona decided to change the subject. "Instead of worrying about Charles forcing love, you should worry about Charlotte breaking his legs if he tries."
"Exactly!" Chicago gave a thumbs up, appreciating their shared sentiment.
However, she was thinking to herself, 'Even though great minds think alike, Charles's legs haven't been broken yet.'...Meanwhile, Charlotte returned to her room but couldn't find any charging equipment.
The wireless charger by the bed wasn't working for some reason.
She sat by the bed for a moment.
Then Charlotte got up, opened the door, and headed downstairs.
As soon as she descended, she smelled the aroma of food.
Charlotte paused slightly.
She slowly walked towards the dining area.
She saw Charles's back.
For some reason, Charlotte suddenly felt a lump in her throat.
Charles, who was raised in luxury, was never used to cooking.
It was only after moving here.
Unable to find any tasty takeout, and with Charlotte often too busy writing her thesis to eat properly.
Charles started learning to cook.
He would prepare meals and divide them into three portions, calling her at mealtimes to remind her to eat, no matter how busy he was.
After they separated, the good memories felt like sharp blades.
"Charles," she said.
The person in the dining room turned around, looking just like he did before they parted, and said, "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes."
Charlotte felt a sting in her nose.
She deeply regretted coming here yesterday.
If she hadn't come, everything would remain the same, and she wouldn't feel this pain.
She hated this feeling.
"My phone is dead," Charlotte's voice remained cold.
"You have a month's vacation. If your research institute has anything important, the calls will be forwarded to me."
"Charles!" Charlotte scolded, frowning.
He put down the spoon he was using to stir the porridge, pausing for a moment.
Then he turned the heat to the lowest setting.
Charles placed the spoon steadily into a small bowl nearby.
Then he walked towards Charlotte.
One pair of eyes was filled with anger, the other was as calm as a cold pond.
Charles stood in front of her, "Charge your phone, and then what? Contact that man?"
"You're being unreasonable!" Charlotte's brows furrowed tightly, "Are you trying to make me hate you?"
Charles's thin lips pressed together, the corners of his eyes growing redder.
"Don't act pitiful with me!" Charlotte's brows furrowed even more. "Just tell me, are you going to let me charge my phone or not?"
Moments later.
By the living room sofa.
Charlotte's phone was placed on the wireless charger, showing it was charging.
In the dining room.
Charlotte and Charles sat facing each other.
Neither spoke.
The aroma of porridge filled the living room.
Neither of them said a word.
Until Charles's phone rang, the caller ID showed Fiona.
"It's Mom."
Charlotte frowned, thinking she would stay quiet and wait for him to talk to Fiona, then she would call out for Fiona to save her.
However.
While Charlotte was thinking.
Charles answered the call, put it on speaker, and placed it on the table.
Charlotte was speechless.
What was Charles doing?
"Mom."
"Charles, if you use your dad's tactics on Charlotte, I will break your legs." Fiona's voice lost its motherly warmth, sounding as cold as when she dealt with outsiders.
Charlotte instinctively sat up straight upon hearing this.
"Got it," Charles responded.
"I know where you are. If Charlotte isn't back in two days, I'll have someone tear that house down," Fiona continued.
"Two days isn't enough."
"Then one day."
"Mom!"
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