Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 778: Do it once

"Once, once more?"

Charlotte was a bit baffled.

The man sat upright in the leather chair, leisurely watching her, his calm smile suggesting he had just spoken some unimportant words.

"Pff... cough cough cough."

Nicholas, who was driving in the front, choked and started coughing violently.

He quickly raised the partition, isolating the car’s space into two enclosed compartments.

Charlotte finally started to come to her senses.

She blinked her eyes, looking at the handsome yet sanctimonious face before her.

Then she slowly withdrew her fingers from the man’s palm bit by bit.

She turned her head, propping her face, and looked out the window.

Pretending she hadn’t heard anything just now.

Robert Stephens: "..."

Don’t even think about it.

Charlotte thought.

She had no interest in such shocking affection, nor did she share Robert Stephens’s shamelessness.

The strange calm extended all the way to the hospital.

When the car stopped, Nicholas got out to open the door for them.

"Miss Smith, Mr. Stephens," he cleared his throat, "I’ll wait here for you; the sooner you go, the sooner you’ll return."

Charlotte, with a stern face, acknowledged and barely managed to compose herself as she walked away from Nicholas.

Clearly, it was Robert Stephens who had said something inappropriate, yet the one embarrassed to face Nicholas was her.

In contrast, Robert emerged from the car, unhurriedly tidying the creases in his suit, his demeanor as composed as ever, showing not a trace of the shameless words he had uttered earlier.

Ryan had arrived at the hospital ahead of them; Charlotte glanced at the man beside her and said quietly, "I’m going to see Ryan."

With that, she ignored Robert’s expression and went straight to find Ryan.

The man followed behind her, glancing at her hurried steps and softly huffed.

*

Ryan’s mother was in the hospital room.

After undergoing surgery, she had woken up, but if Robert hadn’t lied to her yesterday, even though she was awake, she probably wouldn’t be able to live for many days.

In her memory, Ryan’s mother was also supposed to die this month.

After her death, the money for painkillers had exhausted all of the mother and son’s savings, and Ryan became an orphan, wandering for two years before being taken back by the Smith family.

Charlotte gently pushed open the door to the hospital room and walked in.

This was her first time seeing Ryan’s mother.

Her age should be younger than Ilisa Lyons; she was only eighteen when she gave birth to Ryan, the same age as Charlotte now.

Now that Ryan was thirteen, the real age of the woman before her should be thirty-one.

It was the prime of a woman’s life.

Yet looking at the old, gray-haired, and wrinkled woman before her, Charlotte could hardly believe she was only thirty-one.

Not only did she look older than Ilisa Lyons, but also twenty years older.

The suffering left by her father remained completely on this woman’s body; her face no longer bore the beauty that once captivated her father, having been completely ruined by him.

Her arrival startled the mother and son in the room.

Ryan immediately sat up from the bedside, warily looking at Charlotte and the handsome man slowly entering behind her, even though they had saved him last night, his lifelong vigilance kept him from letting his guard down.

People who offer unsolicited kindness are likely up to no good.

These two people surely wanted something from him to have saved him.

Charlotte didn’t understand Ryan’s thoughts; she walked in and softly said to the thin, aged woman, "Auntie, are you feeling better now?"

Upon closer inspection, Charlotte realized that Ryan’s looks were actually inherited from his mother.

This woman was probably very beautiful when she was young.

Much more beautiful than Ilisa Lyons.

She sighed lightly in her heart; this mother and son were the result of her father’s sins, but when she wanted to make amends, it was already too late.

Later, Ryan’s drifting among women, unable to establish intimate relationships with any woman, was probably also due to the harm his family had inflicted on him.

"You... who are...?"

The woman hurriedly sat up from the hospital bed, and the sudden movement made her cough violently, instantly spitting blood into her palm, causing Ryan to scream sharply, "Mom!"

Charlotte was also frightened, quickly fetching a nurse to help, and after some fussing, finally got the woman to lie back down.

"I’m Ilisa Lyons’s daughter."

She did not hide her identity from her.

The woman’s confused eyes trembled slightly, and her eyes widened slightly, staring at Charlotte as if she were stunned.

After a while, she slowly exhaled.

"Your mother... is she well?"

"She’s fine," Charlotte replied softly.

"I’m sorry," the woman said quietly, "I just loved him too much..."

After all, she was the other woman in her parents’ marriage.

After her father abandoned her, deciding to have Ryan was a path she chose for herself.

It’s just that over the years, having been thrown out by her parents and raising a child in solitude, it’s uncertain whether she ever regretted her youthful recklessness.

Charlotte gently said, "I don’t blame you. Auntie, take care, I will help take care of Ryan."

The woman stared at her, dazed, and after a long time, tears fell from her eyes.

She said to Ryan, "Ryan, you go out first. Your sister and I have something to talk about."

"Mom!" Ryan called out to her with some resistance, "You guys..."

"It’s okay," the woman patted his hand and smiled gently, "There are some things children can’t hear. Be good and listen to mom, okay?"

When she coaxed Ryan, there was a warm glow in her eyes. For a moment, the terminally ill woman exuded a different kind of beauty.

Charlotte looked at them and suddenly felt a bit envious—Ilisa Lyons would never look at her like that.

She felt a tinge of guilt over her own envy.

She grew up in luxury, yet she craved the gentleness Ryan’s mother gave him, which was utterly inappropriate...

The woman skillfully persuaded her son to leave.

Charlotte gave Robert Stephens a look and said, "You leave too."

The man crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at her.

The woman said, "Ryan going out is enough."

Charlotte was momentarily surprised, then turned to look at her and saw her pale face, asking softly, "Auntie, what do you want to tell me?"

"I won’t live long, will I?" she asked softly.

Charlotte moved her lips but did not respond, just quietly watched her.

"I know my own body..." the woman shook her head, smiling gently. She raised her thin hand and softly patted her chest, "I won’t live long... Miss Smith, I’m sorry to you, and to Ryan... I was too selfish, forcing him into this world where he hasn’t had a single good day, and I want to ask you if one day I die, can you help me hide it from him?"