Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 761: He lowered his head and kissed her lips again.

A young man wearing a black bathrobe walked out of the bathroom.

His skin was snow-white, his facial features dazzling and handsome, the exquisite brows and eyes even slightly diminished his inherent aura, making one feel almost subjugated to his appearance at first glance.

Charlotte Smith’s eyes widened uncontrollably, her pupils contracted violently, rendering her completely stunned.

This man...

How could she not recognize this man?

It was Robert Stephens at twenty-one.

At this time, his legs were intact, he moved freely, and most importantly, this was the most glorious and triumphant period of his life...

Had she gone mad?

The man’s action of towel-drying his hair paused, seeing her dazed expression, he lightly squinted his dark eyes, walked over and leaned down to touch her cheek.

"Why are you dumbstruck?" He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice, already possessing an exquisite appearance, his smile became even more captivating, he pinched her face and teased, "Was I too rough last night? I’m sorry, I’ll try to be more gentle in the future. Don’t be angry, okay?"

Charlotte looked blankly at the gentle smile before her, murmuring, "Robert Stephens..."

"Hmm?" Robert Stephens responded softly in a low voice.

"Robert Stephens..."

Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.

She must have truly gone insane.

She must have missed him so much, she was utterly crazy.

So hateful to this man, yet missing him so dearly.

The man was lightly startled, his gaze darkened, he raised his hand and gently held her in his arms, stroked her hair, and apologized warmly, "I’m sorry, I was excessive last night, don’t cry, okay? What gift do you want, I’ll give it to you?"

Charlotte sat there, unable to stop crying.

She didn’t even know what reaction she should have.

She must have lost her mind.

Damaged by the car crash.

Robert Stephens embraced her and comforted her for a while, discovering that today Charlotte was particularly difficult to console, he apologized sincerely and even promised to refrain for the rest of the week, she still cried incessantly.

Finally, he couldn’t help but pull back the blanket, attempting to check if he had inadvertently injured her in the dark of last night.

Charlotte, having her legs parted, then came to her senses, even if it was an illusion, she couldn’t expose such a shameful posture in front of the man.

She wrapped herself back with the blanket, looked up at him, her voice hoarse, "I’m fine."

"..." Robert Stephens stood before her, arms crossed, looking down at her.

He was still young, his gaze wasn’t yet as profound or impenetrable as later, but it already imposed a significant pressure on her.

"What are you doing?" She asked softly.

"Charlotte, you’re not quite right today." The man extended his hand, pinched her chin and examined it left and right, after a while, he leaned down to plant a kiss on her lips.

"!"

Charlotte’s breath hitched, her black pupils contracted sharply.

Even if it was an illusion, this face performing such an act in front of her was still too much of a shock.

She had long been accustomed to being respectful in front of this man.

Robert Stephens saw her startled expression, raised his hand to stroke her hair, and gently said, "Take a good rest today, you don’t need to accompany me to the company. I’ll come back to be with you after work, okay?"

"Okay." Charlotte nodded quietly, unable to resist looking up at the man’s face, this gentle yet young face of the man brought an unbearable pressure to her heart.