Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen-Chapter 788: It should be something a woman gave to the young master.

Charlotte lit some incense in the bathroom and soaked in the tub for half an hour, relaxing her stiff and sore muscles.

While lying there, bored, she couldn’t help but think about how Robert Stephens had just come in with flowers.

He wasn’t wearing a suit, probably not coming back from a party, but rather looking relaxed, likely having returned from a date with that elegant and noble lady.

Although she’s rarely at home, during meals in the dining room, the maids are particularly dramatic, gathering at the door pretending to chat deliberately, reporting Robert Stephens’ whereabouts these days to her.

What Robert Stephens ate for breakfast, if he had breakfast or not, what color tie he wore today, how many days he hadn’t come home, and also, which lady he attended an event with...

She wondered how they managed to know Robert Stephens’ whereabouts so clearly when they were always at home and hadn’t left. How gossip-hungry they are.

So even though she hadn’t seen the socialite beside Robert, she’d already learned all about her background—surname Madison, first name ’Grace’, Chinese-American, her family is in real estate, and they have major businesses in Old Gold Mountain and Chicago, with the tallest office building in Chicago’s commercial center contracted and built by the Madison Group, still bustling twenty years later.

The Madison family is considered to be as wealthy as a country in Chicago. If she were with Robert Stephens, a powerful alliance, this union would likely receive blessings from both the Robert and Madison families up and down.

So if she didn’t cling to Robert Stephens, would he easily meet new girls...

Charlotte came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and gently exhaled.

The full-length mirror reflected her still youthful face, but her eyes carried a tiredness not suited to her age.

She didn’t feel any resentment; years spent by Robert Stephens’ side had exhausted even the strongest emotions. All she felt was tired.

If she could choose again, separating like this is much more complete than the endless struggle before.

If not for the accident back then, she would have been just a little pet kept by Robert Stephens; he wouldn’t have cared for her so deeply.

If you trace back their entanglement, undoubtedly, she was the one who started it. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

This time, she let go first, and the bond between her and Robert Stephens probably broke completely.

*

The next day, going downstairs, she saw the flowers Robert Stephens had brought yesterday in the dining room vase.

Pink roses were dotted among vibrant colors, appearing fresh and lovely, full of the sweet taste of a girl’s first love.

"These flowers..."

"The young master brought them back yesterday," the maid hurriedly said from the side. "Probably given to the young master by some lady," she hinted.

"...They look quite nice," Charlotte completed her sentence.

The maid glanced at her, full of a frustrated expression.

Footsteps sounded from behind, and she looked up at the door, quickly bowing her head, "Young master!"

The young man in white shirt and black pants walked in from the door.

He seemed to be resting today, waking up later than usual, dressed casually, with three buttons undone at the collar and sleeves rolled up to reveal his wrist, projecting a lazy and relaxed aura.

Whether Robert Stephens heard her and the maid’s words, Charlotte kept her head down, eating without reacting, but the maid felt guilty and lowered her head, not daring to say a word, quickly retreating from the dining room.