Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 765: Contraceptive injection

Due to the man’s mood swings, the temperature in the sunny dining room seemed to drop instantly, and the previously relaxed servants discreetly pressed their lips together, showing more caution in their expressions.

Charlotte lowered her head, avoiding Robert Stephens’s gaze.

Her voice was soft but stubborn.

"I want to go to school."

Robert cast a glance at her, his eyes cold, his tone calm and cutting: "Dream on."

Charlotte was somewhat angry. She raised her head to look at him, resisting his opinion: "Why? I want to have friends too; my world can’t just consist of you alone!"

The man’s refined expression instantly chilled, and when his gaze turned to her, it seemed capable of freezing her into frost.

He stood up, his towering figure’s shadow almost completely eclipsing her petite form.

"Charlotte Smith, take a look at yourself now, do you really think you look decent?" His tone was filled with disdain, as if annoyed by her lack of propriety, "Have you forgotten what your family sent you here to do?"

Charlotte met his gaze defiantly and said, "To do what?"

"To serve me well, to make me happy, doesn’t your family have everything they want?"

Charlotte’s small face went from pale to red in waves; she hadn’t expected this man to say such things in public.

Wasn’t this like saying she was just a pet bird kept by his family?

With his current attitude towards her, it was only a matter of time before something disastrous happened.

After all, condoms aren’t 100% safe.

Especially since this man sometimes gets carried away and forgets to wear one...

Charlotte’s face turned ashen, barely able to imagine if there was a new life beginning in her belly now.

Robert, seeing her pale complexion, lightly pinched his brow in silence before softening to say gently: "I’ll talk about your school matters later; I have to go to work. If you’re bored at home, call Nicholas Woods to come pick you up."

After he finished speaking, he fastened his gold cufflinks and turned to leave the dining room.

He barely touched his breakfast.

He left calmly, but to the household, it felt like they had quarreled.

Charlotte sat alone at the dining table, slightly furrowing her brow as she pressed her fingers on her flat stomach, deep in thought.

The servant who always took care of her came over to advise in a low voice, "Charlotte, don’t be angry with sir. What’s fun about going to school anyway? Those courses are dead boring. If you’re bored being alone, you could go to sir’s company and play; I hear it’s great fun there."

Charlotte thought, "Fun, my foot."

A bunch of elites gathered there; as ordinary folks like us go in, we’re just being crushed. We understand every word they say, yet have no clue what they mean.

Going there to be the butt of jokes?

And Robert Stephens, this man...

Really might mock her.

Everyone knows the eldest son of the Stephens family is elegant and captivating, an outstanding figure among noble families, but only she knows how arrogant he is beneath his humble exterior, how he despises common men.

At eighteen, Charlotte was kept by Robert Stephens as if she were a rose in a greenhouse, never exposed to any hardship, her entire world centered around him.

Charlotte thought he viewed her as his possession, unrelated to affection, merely desire to possess a pretty rose.

He forbids others from touching her, just as he forbids others from touching his favorite toys.

She turned her head to look at the reflection in the window.

At this moment, she and Robert Stephens were alike; both so young, so beautiful, untouched by hardship, thinking carefree days would last forever.

"I’m going out."

Charlotte softly said to the maid styling her hair.

"Should I call the driver?"

Charlotte shook her head, "I’ll take a cab."

The maid watched her leave hurriedly, hesitated for a moment, then sent a message to Nicholas Woods.

*

Charlotte went to the hospital’s gynecology department.

After the ultrasound, the results showed she wasn’t pregnant, and Charlotte breathed a small sigh of relief.

She truly, truly didn’t want to repeat past mistakes.

"Doctor," she said somewhat nervously, "I’d like to get a birth control injection."

The attending doctor was a woman, who glanced at her, "How old are you?"

"Ten... eighteen."

"Are you sure you want it?"

Charlotte nodded.

The doctor acknowledged, taking a professional approach without asking much.

"The birth control shot usually lasts two to three months and has some side effects; effectiveness varies by person. Here’s the information; if you’re okay with it, I’ll prescribe it."

Charlotte looked it over and signed her name.

Leaving the hospital, she touched the small needle mark on her arm, finally feeling a bit at ease.

Even though no method is 100% effective, keeping an eye on Robert to use protection means double assurance.

If not even this works, anyone could get pregnant.

As long as there’s no child, Robert wouldn’t force her to abort, she wouldn’t resent him, nor agree with her family’s plans to overthrow Robert, and Robert wouldn’t end up with paralysis.

Their relationship changed all due to that ill-timed child.

Charlotte walked lightly on the street, planning to wander a bit.

Until a black Lincoln slowly stopped beside her.

Recognizing the car startled her; the window rolled down to reveal Nicholas Woods’s proper face. Charlotte was slightly taken aback and exclaimed, "Nicholas?"

The explosion years ago not only took away Robert’s ability to stand but also killed his most capable assistant, Nicholas.

Seeing the alive Nicholas, Charlotte was somewhat excited.

Nicholas smiled at her and opened the car door: "Miss Smith, Mr. Stephens instructed me to pick you up. Hop in."

She had just barely left, and Robert already knew.

Charlotte pursed her lips and sat in the passenger seat.

The car Robert often rode in still carried traces of his scent, reminding Charlotte of their morning argument, making her feel a bit uneasy sitting here now.

She asked, "Why does he want to see me?"

"In half an hour is the company’s lunch break; Mr. Stephens booked a restaurant and since you’re out, you can join him for lunch."

Charlotte said softly, "I don’t want to have lunch with him."

She hadn’t forgiven him yet.

Whether she wanted to dine with him wasn’t something she had control over, so despite refusing, Nicholas still adeptly drove her to the Stephens Corporation. As Charlotte got out and entered the VIP elevator, entering the password, she saw the man who had left her with a cold shoulder that morning, now neatly dressed, coming out.