Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 762: My period came.

The man looked at her and smiled again. He was extremely handsome, at the peak of a man’s most confident age, with a touch of youthful spirit in his maturity. When he smiled, the elegant arc of his brows and eyes could drown a person.

Charlotte Smith looked at this face that was both vague and profound in her memory, her heart racing.

The man turned around and went to the walk-in closet to change clothes.

After the faint sound of the door closing, she suddenly relaxed, lying back on the bed with a sense of weakness, her sore muscles reminding her of what happened last night.

She looked at the chandelier above her, the familiarity of the bedroom, and the white cashmere scarf on the coat rack.

She remembered it clearly; it was Robert Stephens’ twenty-first birthday when she spent half a month knitting it for him by hand.

It wasn’t very good-looking. She was left-handed, clumsy, with many places where the stitches were wrong.

But Robert liked it very much, wearing it out almost every day.

Robert was twenty-one, that year...

She was eighteen.

Charlotte was dazed, feeling she had truly gone mad. She lay on the bed for a while, her mind a mess, until the man, dressed and groomed, emerged from the closet.

It was winter, and the man had changed into a black suit. His figure was tall and straight, a natural clothes hanger, making any brand of suit look exquisite on him, especially those tailored by the Stephens family’s tailor.

Charlotte stared blankly as the man, with his long legs, walked in front of her. She recalled years later, Robert Stephens sitting in a wheelchair, only wearing soft clothes. She hadn’t seen him in a suit for many years...

Her forehead was gently tapped by the man, bringing her back to reality. She looked up to see a hint of confusion and teasing on Robert’s handsome face: "Charlotte, why are you acting silly today? Not feeling well below? Or do you have a fever?"

Charlotte stared at his excessively young and exquisite face, unable to recover for a long time.

Robert looked at her and sighed lightly, "Our Charlotte is really silly."

"..." Charlotte blushed, "No."

Robert asked again, "Then why are you blushing?"

"..."

"Is your man too handsome?"

"..." Charlotte was speechless, only widening her eyes and showing a bewildered, dazed expression.

Having followed Robert Stephens timidly for so long, accustomed to his unpredictability, she had forgotten how much of a flirtatious and narcissistic man Robert was in his youth...

Robert watched her silly demeanor, reached out to ruffle her long hair, and kissed her lightly on the lips a few times, "Alright. I really need to get to the company now. If you feel unwell, tell the butler to take you to the hospital, okay?"

Charlotte said, "I’m fine."

"That’s best." He replied, placing a change of clothes by the bed for her, then taking the brown trench coat and cashmere scarf from the hanger and turning to leave.

Charlotte watched his back, couldn’t help but call out to him once more, "Robert!"

The man walking ahead turned to look at her, "Hmm?"

Charlotte didn’t know why she called out to him, it was just a sudden impulse. Seeing him respond, she was stunned for a moment before saying, "You, come back early."

The gentle smile spread across his refined brows and eyes; he nodded before opening the door to leave.

*

Charlotte sat on the bed, dazed for quite a while, then got down and looked out the window.

In winter, the Stephens family’s estate was lively, with countless servants and vehicles moving back and forth in the vast estate. If she remembered correctly, this was the Stephens family at its busiest.

Later, after Robert’s car accident, his personality changed drastically, dismissing many servants, and the liveliness of the estate fell into silence...

Charlotte was dazed, withdrew her gaze, looked around several times, then couldn’t help but pinch her face hard.

Pain.

She couldn’t understand if she was dreaming or had gone mad.

How could she have returned to when she was eighteen?

*

In the Lincoln car.

Robert Stephens signed the document handed over by his assistant.

Called out: "Nicholas Woods."

Nicholas Woods, whom he had trained as a special assistant, immediately turned his head when he heard his voice: "Mr. Stephens?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Later, check for me," Robert narrowed his eyes slightly, speaking softly, "who Charlotte Smith has been in contact with these days. Send it to my email in the afternoon, I want to see."

Nicholas paused, subconsciously asking, "Has something happened with Miss Smith?"

They were all aware of Charlotte Smith and Robert Stephens’ relationship, but this was the first time Robert had asked to investigate her. Could it be that Charlotte had... cheated?

Robert glanced at him coldly: "Don’t speak out of turn."

With that icy glance, Nicholas was taken aback, quickly withdrawing his gaze, not daring to say more.

Robert lowered his head, opened his Mac, and began working in the car.

The Lincoln car suddenly became quiet, the driver and secretary sitting silently, even Nicholas slowed his breathing.

They didn’t know why, but they all felt that Robert Stephens was more terrifying today than usual.

Being near him, even breathing felt like a sin.

Their most earnest wish was to become statues, not uttering a single sound.

*

In the evening, after a day of work.

Nicholas walked over quietly and said to Robert, "Mr. Stephens, I’ve sent the investigation report to your email."

The man at the desk nodded slightly and said to him, "You can leave for the day."

Nicholas responded, watching Robert take the mouse, skillfully open his private email, his heart a bit uneasy.

He hadn’t found any abnormalities with Charlotte Smith over the past few days.

As Robert Stephens’ woman, her social interactions were simple. Besides staying at the Stephens estate, she only returned to the Smith family home, without even a close friend, as if born solely for Robert Stevens.

Such a woman... shouldn’t cheat, right?

If it wasn’t to check for infidelity, what was Robert Stephens having him look into?

*

Charlotte Smith almost stayed in Robert’s bedroom the entire day.

Even lunch was eaten in the room.

Not only feeling physically uncomfortable, but mainly because she was also a bit hazy.

In the evening, the man’s car slowly stopped at the villa’s entrance.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

The man’s magnetic and elegant voice came from outside the door: "Charlotte, are you resting?"

Upon hearing his voice, Charlotte hurried barefoot to open the door.

Robert Stephens stood in front of her, at twenty-one years old, a head taller than her. She had to look up to see him.

"The butler said you didn’t come downstairs today." The man raised his hand to brush aside the stray hair by her cheek, his voice low and gentle, unhurriedly asking her, "Are you feeling that unwell today?"

Charlotte said, "My period came."

This statement was true.

And then she found sanitary pads in Robert’s bathroom.