Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 781: “Charlotte, why were you running just now?”

The man watched her expression, his eyes calm and composed, then as if he thought of something, a hint of a smile appeared in his dark eyes.

With a deliberate "Hmm," Robert Stephens raised his brows slightly, curled his lips, and said, "Take off your clothes. Don’t understand?"

Charlotte looked at him incredulously, unable to remain calm. She trembled and clutched the collar of her clothes, angrily saying, "Don’t even think about it!"

She didn’t expect that after so long, this man was still thinking about this.

Even, thinking about it at the entrance of the cemetery!

The man jerked his chin toward her: "Off."

Charlotte struggled, trying to move from the car to the outside.

Before she could take a step out, the man grabbed her around the waist from behind, and a low, amused male voice resonated by her ear, "Charlotte, why are you running?"

"Robert Stephens, you..."

With a swift motion, the coat on her was whisked off by the man. Charlotte was so startled she almost screamed. She remained in chaos for a few seconds, yet the man didn’t make any other move, and even the arm that held her waist loosened its grip.

Charlotte slowly opened her eyes, only to see the man holding her white cashmere coat, carefully folding it and placing it in a plastic bag beside him.

Then, he also took his own coat off and hung it on his arm.

"..."

Charlotte remained silent for a second.

The man turned his head, raised an eyebrow, and gave her a slightly perplexed look: "Hmm?"

Her snow-white face gradually started to turn red, and the pink color spread to the back of her ears.

Robert Stephens pressed his lips together, suppressing a few strands of laughter, and in a deliberately normal tone, lightly said, "Your clothes are all wet."

"..."

"Take them off and dry them with some warm air to prevent getting a cold."

"..." Charlotte stiffly turned her head bit by bit, looked out at the smoky scene outside the window, and at this moment, she had the urge to jump out of the car.

She usually wasn’t like this.

She was very innocent!

But this man... always saying some impure things to her, that’s why she would think in an impure direction!

Robert Stephens spoke with interest, "Charlotte, why were you running just now?"

Charlotte quivered slightly, tightly pressed her lips together, turned her head, and saw the deep and meaningful smile on the man’s face, feeling a bit embarrassed and angry: "It’s all because you always..."

Robert Stephens chuckled lightly, "What do I always do?"

"..." Charlotte couldn’t bring herself to say it. She glared at him in frustration, feeling he was doing it on purpose.

At this moment, Robert Stephens seemed to be in a particularly good mood, not even doing any work, and sat there occasionally letting out a few chuckles.

The warmth on Charlotte’s face couldn’t go down at all, and the man didn’t give her a chance to cool down.

An hour later, Ryan Smith came back alone from the cemetery.

He was soaked, covered in water, his eyes reddened, unclear if it was from the rain or from crying, and the corners of his eyes were crimson.

Charlotte left Robert Stephens beside and went to care for young Ryan, telling him to take off his jacket and grabbed a towel to wipe his short hair.

Ryan sat in the front passenger seat, feeling his body gradually warming up, the cold skin experiencing the warm air.

He lifted his pair of almond-shaped eyes similar to his mother’s, unable to resist looking at the handsome young man sitting in the back seat, and at Charlotte who was meticulously wiping away the water droplets.

His reddened eyes blinked softly, and a tear rolled down from the root of his lashes.