Chapter 1492
"Why are you following in your dad's footsteps, picking up all these shady tricks?" Fiona scoffed before hanging up the phone.
"This is my house!" Charlotte finally realized.
Charles handed her some side dishes. "If you don't agree to marry me, my legs will be broken, and the house will be torn down."
Charlotte couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.
"If you let me go, your legs won't be broken, and the house won't be torn down."
Charles remained silent.
Using a small spoon, he mashed the corn in his bowl. "Charlotte, do you not want to marry me?"
A voice inside Charlotte's head answered immediately.
She did want to.
She liked Charles.
She liked him a lot.
But she wasn't the kid who had to get everything she wanted anymore.
"Charles, we're not right for each other," she said, finally dropping her defensive tone.
"I asked you, do you not want to marry me?" Charles looked up at her, his gaze intense, and asked again.
The words of refusal were on the tip of her tongue, but she just couldn't bring herself to say them."Forget it."
Charles looked away, disappointment written all over his face. He put down his spoon and headed upstairs.
Charlotte didn't follow him.
She finished her meal, sat on the couch, and started replying to the messages she had missed while her phone was off.
By the time she was done, it was already dark outside.
Charlotte glanced upstairs.
Charles had barely eaten anything during their meal.
A wave of anxiety churned in her chest.
She lowered her gaze and sat motionless on the couch until the last bit of daylight disappeared outside.
Normally, the house's smart system would automatically turn on all the lights at sunset, but not this time.
Charlotte was puzzled. She got up and walked to the door.
She looked at the control panel.
The screen was off.
Her heart pounded.
Her eyes fell on the door lock.
If the smart system were down, what about the security system?
She reached for the door lock.
Just then, a loud noise came from upstairs.
Charlotte immediately pulled her hand back and ran upstairs without a second thought.
"Charles!"
She rushed into the bedroom.
It was pitch black; she couldn't see anything.
She could only vaguely make out a large shape on the floor.
Just as she was about to move forward, someone grabbed her from behind.
Charlotte's body trembled slightly.
Charles's warm breath brushed against her ear.
"The power's out," Charlotte said.
The person behind her didn't respond.
Instead, he turned her around, pinned her wrists above her head, and kissed her passionately.
Soon, Charlotte tasted the salty tang of tears on her lips.
Her heart clenched.
The hand on her waist held her tightly, keeping her locked in his embrace.
Charles had solved countless math problems and completed algorithms that others thought impossible.
He was a genius, people said.
But now, he couldn't solve the problem that was Charlotte.
The kiss was intense.
In the long night, they let their bodies and souls intertwine.
Neither of them spoke.
They indulged in the darkness.
Until the early hours of the morning.
On the small couch in the study on the second floor, they held each other, covered by a thin blanket.
Charlotte listened to the slightly rapid heartbeat next to her.
"Let's talk," Charlotte suddenly said. "For the sake of your legs and my house, let's clear the air."
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