Chapter 852: Charles and Hannah, Kiss
Charles lives in this swanky neighborhood in Country D.
His crib's got four bedrooms.
The place is all cold and quiet with its white decor.
After driving Charles home, Hannah poured him a glass of hot water for his meds, then let him crash while she hit the kitchen to whip up something to eat.
But the kitchen was bare, and the fridge was empty too, except for some water.
Hannah was like, "What the heck?"
Even with mad cooking skills, she couldn't make anything without ingredients!
Standing there, she was torn between hitting the store herself or just ordering takeout. Finally, she decided to go get the groceries herself.
Charles was sick, after all. Plus, the kitchen had all the tools; she just needed the goods.
Once she made up her mind, Hannah went to the entrance, changed her shoes, and hollered, "There's no food here. I'm heading out to buy some. You rest up, and if you feel bad, call me, I'll be back in a flash."
She bounced before Charles could even respond.
By the time Charles stumbled out of his room, Hannah was already gone.
He looked at the pair of women's slippers at the entrance.
They were meant for Patricia and Fannie.
But now they had Hannah's warmth.
Thinking of her changing shoes at the entrance, a warm feeling spread through his veins to his heart.
The feeling he had been holding back grew stronger and stronger, almost impossible to contain.
He thought he could be a stand-up guy.
Knowing Hannah had a boyfriend, he could keep his distance.
But he found he couldn't do it.
He even wanted to be a jerk, to use any means to take Hannah away.
Charles was freaked out by the sudden dark thought in his mind.
He shook his head hard to get rid of it.
No. He couldn't do that.
If he did, how would he be any different from Hunter?
Charles couldn't force others into a tough spot, nor could he use any shady means to get what he wanted.
After a mental battle, Charles turned around, went back to his room, lay on the bed, and kept telling himself.
He and Hannah were just a regular boss and subordinate.
Just a regular boss and subordinate.
Yeah! Plus, she was Stella's friend.
Even if he liked her, he couldn't steal someone else's girl.
Maybe his fever spiked again, and he passed out.
He didn't know how long he was out, but he smelled something delicious.
Struggling to open his eyes, he heard Hannah's gentle voice by his ear, "Mr. Watson, Mr. Watson, you awake? I made some food. You should eat it while it's hot."
Charles used all his strength to open his eyes and saw Hannah's familiar face.
She smiled sweetly at him, "You're awake? Did I wake you?"
Charles's heart raced.
Such a close distance. Such a cute smile. Such a gentle voice.
All the self-hypnosis and self-warnings vanished in that moment.
His heart pounded uncontrollably, and even his breathing got heavy.
Hannah didn't notice his intense gaze, helped him sit up, and thoughtfully put a pillow behind him.
Hannah asked, "How do you feel now?"
Charles nodded, looking at her with gentle eyes.
Charles replied, "I feel much better! Thanks a ton."
Hannah grabbed the porridge from the bedside table and grinned, "You're my boss. It's my job to take care of you! When Gordon was being a jerk, you had my back."
Charles looked at her intensely and asked, "Is it just because I'm your boss?"
His voice was low and raspy.
Hannah didn't catch it and asked casually, "What did you say?"
Realizing his slip, Charles quickly played it cool, smiled, and said nothing more.
Hannah blew on the hot porridge until it was warm and handed it to Charles, "Can you handle it yourself?"
Charles nodded, took the porridge, and ate with elegance.
It was the best porridge he had ever tasted.
Hannah looked at him eagerly, "How's it taste? Good, right?"
Charles smiled genuinely, "It's amazing, the best porridge I've ever had."
Hannah's eyes sparkled with excitement, "Really?"
Charles nodded and added, "Tied for first with my mom's!"
Hannah was puzzled.
Charles chuckled, "My mom's also a killer cook! You wouldn't believe it, my dad once made a fool of himself just to eat her cooking!"
Hannah was intrigued and asked, "What happened? Spill the tea."
Charles found it funny and shared the story of Martin's embarrassing moment while eating the porridge.
The vibe was chill and harmonious.
They burst into laughter from time to time.
After a nap, Charles's fever had mostly gone down.
Hannah went to the bathroom to get hot water to wipe his hands and face.
Hannah said, "Since your fever's down, I'll head back to the office now! I'll come back in the evening to cook for you! If you feel bad, call me right away. The office isn't far, so I'll be back in no time."
Charles didn't say anything, just stared at Hannah.
After wiping his hands and face, Hannah packed up, gave Charles one last look to make sure he was okay, and got ready to leave.
Charles didn't know what came over him.
Seeing her turn to leave, a strong sense of reluctance surged in his heart.
Before he could think, his hand had already reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her towards him.
Hannah didn't expect him to pull her suddenly, and without any defense, she fell onto Charles's chest.
Charles apologized, "Sorry, did I hurt you? You okay?"
Hannah hurriedly tried to get up to check on him, but Charles pressed her back down.
Charles's hand was on her waist, holding her tightly, while his other hand still gripped her wrist.
Suddenly, a million thoughts and ideas flashed through Hannah's mind.
Finally, she froze, thinking about his address book and Facebook friends.
Charles's heart was pounding. His breathing was heavy, and his chest was rising and falling like crazy.
The room's temperature kept climbing.
They could clearly hear each other's heartbeats.
Charles's eyes were filled with an intense desire, like a small flame spreading wildly through his body.
He let go of her wrist and tremblingly touched her face.
Hannah followed his movement, looked up, and their eyes met.
All rationality disappeared at this moment. She couldn't react while gazing at Charles.
Charles stared at her face, unable to resist, and slowly moved closer to her lips.
As the distance closed.
Her unique fragrance overwhelmed him, making him feel even more comfortable.
Their lips got closer and closer, and their hearts also moved closer to each other.
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