Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 766: You just don’t care about me

The man saw her and didn’t seem too surprised. He slightly raised his sharp jaw towards her, saying nothing, and just turned around to walk outside.

Charlotte pressed her lips together, following behind Robert Stephens, raising her head to look at the man’s back.

The black suit was casually draped on his right arm. He wore a gray vest underneath, his back broad and straight, his walking posture showing signs of good family upbringing.

Charlotte’s gaze slid slowly from his vest-restricted lean waist down to his long legs in the suit pants. Perhaps because her memory of the man was that he was always in a wheelchair, now she couldn’t help but overly focus on his legs.

Robert walked a few steps, noticing Charlotte wasn’t keeping up. He turned around to glance at her and saw her looking dejected, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"What, are you still sulking with me?"

Charlotte lifted her eyelids to glance at him, then quickly withdrew her gaze and caught up: "No."

"Then why are you pulling a long face today?" The man reached out to pinch her pointed chin, lowering his eyes to scrutinize her expression, his tone seeming neither amused nor angry, "What, are you showing me a sour face?"

Charlotte didn’t even bother to raise her eyelids: "I wouldn’t dare."

Robert let go, placing his arm around her shoulders, bringing her into his embrace, and walked out with her in this intimate posture, not minding the eyes of the passing staff downstairs.

"If you’re bored in the future, come to the company to find me. With me accompanying you, why bother going to school? Are those people as good to you as I am?"

Charlotte turned her face away, too lazy to pay him any attention.

Not even allowing her to go to school, he still dared to say he was good to her.

"Charlotte," the man slightly narrowed his eyes, his tone a bit heavier, "are you becoming spoiled because I’m doting on you?"

He had already tried to placate her several times, yet she was still giving him attitude.

Charlotte was softly pressing her red lips, her beautiful apricot eyes glanced at the stern-faced Robert Stephens in front, gently saying, "You simply don’t care about me."

Robert was slightly taken aback, and Charlotte had already shaken off his hand, heading straight outside and got into the Lincoln which Nicholas Woods had parked at the entrance.

Robert was left behind, and the company employees who witnessed the whole scene suddenly widened their eyes. The man looked straight ahead, his face changing expressions for a moment. He turned his head, scanning the company elites who pretended to work seriously but were actually watching the drama, and coldly said, "Spread the word, everyone has to work overtime tonight, no one is allowed to leave."

Instantly, there were complaints of resentment.

He vented his anger on the employees, striding out confidently.

Charlotte sat in the passenger seat, hugging her arms, her delicate and young face seriously set.

Robert came over, opened the door to the passenger seat, and said to the woman inside with a cold, pale face, "Get out and move to the back seat."

Charlotte ignored him.

Nicholas sat in the driver’s seat. It was the first time he saw Charlotte getting angry with Robert Stephens. The young girl wore a white t-shirt and washed light blue jeans, her long hair simply draped, her clean and young face bare of makeup, still looking lovely even when she threw a tantrum.

It made one unable to resist wanting to pamper her.

Robert said, "Do you really have to make a fuss with me over that trivial thing?"

Charlotte: "You’re just thinking about making yourself happy, without considering my feelings at all!"

She had enough of this tyrant!

Robert’s dark eyes narrowed ominously, and Nicholas, who was still watching the commotion from the side, suddenly didn’t dare to look anymore, silently turning his face aside.