Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 784: Stop beating around the bush

Charlotte asked the household servants to help move her things out of Robert Stephens’ room, but upon hearing her request, the servants were collectively stunned and didn’t dare to move.

Left with no choice, she had to tidy up herself.

Because the two of them lived together, there were many of her belongings in the room. When the gathered servants in the hallway saw her coming out with her pajamas, their faces showed expressions that were indescribable and yet seemed like they wanted to say something.

One bold servant stepped forward to stop her: "Miss Smith."

"Hmm?"

"It’s so troublesome to do this."

"What trouble?"

"When Mr. Stephens comes back in the evening, it will have to be moved back."

"..."

...

Couldn’t they see her determination?

Charlotte shook her head, ignoring their sarcastic comments, and spent the entire morning arranging her new bedroom by herself.

She chose curtains in her favorite color, the bed linen was brand new, and she sprayed a light mint freshener, making the clean scent of the room comfortable, and she felt it was fine to sleep alone.

She’s not a child anymore, why sleep together every day?

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Robert Stephens came back in the evening, his handsome face displaying a perfectly normal demeanor.

Charlotte knew that while she was secretly organizing the room, someone had already quietly informed Robert Stephens by phone.

Initially, she thought, given Robert’s character and temper, he would probably fly into a rage seeing her taking matters into her own hands, but he surprisingly returned so gently.

Having dinner with the man first, she watched Robert enter the study, and Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief, then quietly returned to her new bedroom.

She had long grown accustomed to living alone, now feeling relaxed and free.

After taking a bath in the bathroom, when she came out, there was suddenly another man in the room.

Charlotte’s eyes widened slightly, "You..."

At this moment, she was wrapped in a bath towel, her whole body wet with warm droplets of water, her fair skin exuding a tempting pink tint, looking quite appetizing.

The person who had suddenly appeared in her room quietly looked her up and down, then calmly withdrew his gaze and walked towards her bed.

"...Hey!"

Charlotte couldn’t help but call out to him.

The man, who was slowly unbuttoning his cufflinks, turned his head slightly to look at her, his glance blandly asking her, "What is it?"

"That’s my bed."

Robert blinked slowly, then casually retracted his gaze, as if what she said was nonsense. He stood in front of the bed, elegantly removing his suit jacket and hanging it on the rack.

"Young Master."

Someone knocked on the door.

"The change of clothes has been delivered."

Robert responded mildly, "Just leave them."

The servant bowed, delivered the clothes inside, and quickly retreated.

Charlotte watched as Robert took hold of a black bathrobe and went into the bathroom as if it were the most natural thing.

Soon, the sound of the shower could be heard.

"..."

Charlotte stood there in a daze for a while, then, unable to bear it, ran to the bathroom door, and knocked on the door panel with her fist.

"Hey!"

The sound of water inside didn’t stop, but after a few seconds, the door opened a crack.

Steam wafted out, mingled with the light, warm scent of the man.

Robert stood at the crack of the door, looking down at her, his tone calm: "Want to join me?"

Join you, my foot!

"What are you doing here?"

Isn’t his room big enough for him to bathe and sleep?

Robert looked down at her, his handsome face dripping with water, his expression cold and indifferent.

"Stop with the nonsense."

He said.