Stop with the nonsense?
Charlotte Smith was at her wit’s end.
"You..."
"Bang."
Before she could finish speaking, Robert Stephens closed the door on her again.
"..."
Charlotte’s round eyes narrowed slightly, and in anger, she kicked the bathroom door fiercely and shouted, "Robert Stephens!"
This ti, the man ignored her.
Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, Charlotte had to admit that she was powerless against Robert Stephens.
His attitude was simple—do what you want, I’ll do what I want.
Whether you accept it or not has nothing to do with him.
Overbearing and self-righteous.
*
After showering, the man walked out of the bathroom with his shirt off.
His body was built from years of exercise, with cold white skin marked by scars from workout injuries. Crystal water droplets slid down along his flexible muscle lines, Charlotte glanced at him from where she sat on the sofa, then silently turned her head away.
As the current head of the Stephens family, Robert naturally had to be prepared to handle unexpected situations. Physical fitness and quick reflexes were part of the family’s education; he t with professional trainers weekly for physical training. The muscles he developed were beautifully sculpted, hidden under his impeccably tailored suit.
"Co here and dry my hair."
The man walked over naturally and sat down in front of her, shirtless, issuing a command.
Charlotte pressed her red lips together, glanced at him, and didn’t move.
Robert wiped the warm water running down his face and called her na with a hint of threat: "Charlotte?"
"..." Unwillingly, Charlotte stood up...
In the quiet bedroom, the sound of the hairdryer started up.
The air carried a faint scent of the shower gel, mixed with the man’s hormonal scent; the light floral fragrance, in contrast, grew richer and more aggressive.
Feeling the short hair becoming dry and soft between her fingertips, Charlotte turned off the hairdryer, ready to leave, when the man behind her effortlessly wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her into his embrace.
"Ro..."
She struggled to utter a word, but Robert sealed her lips with his. He kissed her for a mont before releasing her, gently tracing the reddened lips he had kissed with his cool fingertips, speaking softly: "Why do you want to move out?"
Charlotte couldn’t help but gently lick her own lips, inadvertently licking the man’s fingertip. Startled, she drew back quickly, sneaking a glance at the handso face above her.
Robert looked down at her, the light overhead casting a faint shadow over her.
His dark eyes carried a gentle warmth, but looking deeper, a hint of coldness could be seen in their depths.
"..." Charlotte slowly looked away, swallowing nervously.
"Nothing," she said, "I just want to sleep alone."
The man’s cool fingertips pinched her chin, turning her face back, clearly dissatisfied with her answer. Narrowing his long eyes slightly, he spoke coldly: "What are you fussing about now?"
"I’m not."
"Still throwing a tantrum because I won’t let you go to school?"
For a mont, she didn’t know how to explain to him and could only remain silent in his arms.
Robert watched her for a while, then suddenly let out a laugh, his fingers now cold gently brushed her cheek, his tone sinister: "Hah, our Charlotte is growing a temper too."
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