Chapter 923 Change in Attitude
The next day.
A knock on the door jolted them awake.
Hannah had stayed up way too late last night and was still half-asleep, barely aware of her surroundings. She stumbled out of bed, barefoot, and shuffled to the door.
"Charles, do you know where Hannah is? I just..." Stella's words trailed off.
Stella's eyes widened as she took in the sight of a disheveled, barely-dressed Hannah. Her gaze traveled from Hannah's messy hair down to her exposed collarbone.
Hannah's shirt was torn, showing off her entire left shoulder. And there, on her beautiful collarbone, were several kiss marks, leading down beneath her clothes.
Stella couldn't even imagine what it would look like if Hannah took off her clothes.
Even though Stella had never been in a relationship, she'd seen enough TV shows and read enough novels to know what was up. Her look turned more and more suggestive.
Stella thought, 'Oh my God. How wild must their night have been to leave so many kiss marks? Who would've thought! I always thought Charles was so restrained, but wow, he's got a wild side.'
Stella covered her mouth and giggled, sneaking peeks inside Hannah's clothes, trying to see more.
Randy, standing behind Stella, wisely turned around.
Hannah, still not fully awake, scratched her head and asked Stella, "Aren't I right here? What do you need me for?"
Even though Stella was super curious, she remembered how hard it had been for Hannah and Charles to get together. She felt like she was interrupting something, so she took a step back, waved her hand, and closed the door. "It's nothing. Take your time. We're not in a hurry! Come find us when you're done. We'll be in the room."
As she finished speaking, the door was already closed.
Hannah was totally confused by Stella's behavior. She scratched her head and turned around, her eyes landing on Charles still in bed. Suddenly, she got it, and her face turned bright red.
Charles was lying on his side, propping his head up with one hand, looking at her with great interest.
Hannah felt super awkward. She jumped back into bed, her face still red, and burrowed under the covers.
Hannah said, "It's over. Stella must have misunderstood. What should I do? Should I explain it to her?"
She thought about the scene just now.
'Oh my God! How could I forget I'm in Charles's room? It's over! Stella must think I slept with Charles! This is a huge misunderstanding,' she thought.
Charles tried to pull the covers off her. "Come out and talk. Don't suffocate yourself."
Hannah clung tightly to the covers, refusing to let go. "I'm not coming out. It's too embarrassing. I can't face them. It's all your fault for not stopping me just now!"
Charles found it amusing and felt a bit wronged. "You kept me up so late last night. I was sleeping too deeply. By the time I was fully awake, you had already opened the door. How could I stop you?"
With his words, Hannah felt even more embarrassed and curled up further under the covers.
She retorted, "It was you who kept me up! We were supposed to watch a movie. It's all your fault."
She couldn't remember anything about the movie from last night, but she remembered everything Charles did to her very clearly.
Charles felt wronged but decided not to argue. He gently patted the covers and said indulgently, "Alright, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have kissed you, shouldn't have touched you, and shouldn't have..."
Before he could finish, the covers were suddenly thrown off. Hannah jumped out and tightly covered his mouth. Her face was so red it looked like it could bleed, whether from embarrassment or something else.
"Stop talking!" Hannah shouted.
Charles was amused by her and laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his embrace. He gently bit her earlobe.
Hannah's body reacted as if electrified, a tingling sensation quickly spreading from her earlobe to her entire body, making her shiver.
Charles coaxed, "Do you want to sleep a little longer?"
Hannah was too embarrassed to sleep, angrily pushing him down onto the bed.
The two of them started playfully wrestling again.
By the time they came out of the room, an hour had already passed.
Seeing them approach, Stella couldn't help but tease, "If you took any longer, we would've started without you."
Charles was still limping a bit, but after a night's rest, he was doing much better. His leg didn't hurt anymore, and he didn't need Hannah's help to get to the dining table.
Charles couldn't hide the grin tugging at his lips when he heard her teasing.
But Hannah was too embarrassed to say anything.
Randy noticed her discomfort and stepped in to break the awkwardness. "Charles, I've already booked the tickets for 4 PM."
Charles replied, "Change the tickets. I'm having dinner with Hannah's parents tonight. We'll leave tomorrow."
Stella's eyes widened in surprise. "You're having dinner with her parents? They've accepted you?"
She had only taken a nap, and it seemed like so many things had changed.
Charles nodded. "I met with them alone last night and laid everything out honestly. They've accepted my relationship with Hannah."
Stella pouted disdainfully. "Even if they didn't accept it, so what? People like them just..."
Before she could finish, Randy gave her a hard kick under the table.
She immediately shut her mouth and sneaked a glance at Hannah. Noticing her unhappy expression, Stella realized her mistake and apologized, "Hannah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
Hannah forced a smile. "It's okay! What you said is true! My parents do have a lot of issues!"
Stella quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, the important thing is they've agreed to you two being together! Let's not worry about the process, just the result."
"Yes!" Hannah nodded.
Charles looked at Randy and said, "Make the arrangements. Or, just cancel the tickets for now. We'll decide on the return time tonight."
Randy nodded. "Got it!"
After lunch, Stella couldn't stay in the room and dragged Randy out to play, while Hannah stayed at the hotel to take care of Charles.
In the afternoon, Lisa's message came through.
They had booked a private room at a restaurant for 5:30 PM.
This was the most generous gesture Hannah had ever seen from Lisa and Quentin.
In the past, they were so frugal that they rarely even went to restaurants.
When the time came, the two of them got ready and left.
This time, they didn't take a taxi; Wyatt drove them directly.
From a distance, they saw Quentin and Lisa standing at the entrance to greet them.
Charles pointed to their location. "Stop there."
The Rolls-Royce came to a steady stop in front of Quentin and Lisa.
Quentin and Lisa immediately recognized the car's emblem.
'Isn't that the Rolls-Royce emblem? Could this be the car Charles is going to give us?' they thought.
When they considered this possibility, Lisa's eyes lit up, and she excitedly circled the car, not daring to touch it for fear of damaging it.
Quentin, being a man, had a stronger psychological resilience. Although he was also excited, he didn't show it.
Seeing Lisa like this, Hannah felt embarrassed but was already used to it.
Wyatt got out of the driver's seat, walked around the front of the car, opened the rear door, and helped Charles out.
Quentin immediately went over and said excitedly, "The private room is on the first floor! To make it convenient for you, I specifically found a place with a first-floor private room."
"Thank you!" Charles replied.
"You're welcome. It's my pleasure!"
Quentin kept flattering Charles. Seeing Lisa trace the Rolls-Royce emblem with her fingers, he was embarrassed and immediately pulled her away from the car.
Quentin said, "Let's go inside! You know Mr. Watson can't stand for long!"
Lisa snapped out of it and quickly made a welcoming gesture. "Mr. Watson, come on. Let me show you in."
"Thank you!" Charles nodded politely and walked shoulder to shoulder with Hannah behind Lisa.
Quentin followed behind them.
As they crossed the threshold, Quentin's peripheral vision accidentally caught sight of Austin across the street, and he froze.
Austin stood at the traffic light across the street, staring at them with deep and unfathomable eyes which hid unknown emotions that sent chills down Quentin's spine.
With just one look, Quentin was scared out of his wits and his legs turned to jelly, nearly causing him to fall.
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