Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 59 His Toffee

Chapter 59 His Toffee

"I wanted to eat the big cake. Vivian saw me and asked me to join them. I was overjoyed and said happy birthday to her. But when her friends asked who I was, she said..."

Charlotte paused and continued, "She said I was a servant's daughter. I was sad, so I cried and asked Jonathan why Vivian treated me like this. He said because I was an illegitimate daughter, they would only regard me as a servant. Hearing my biological father say such words, I sadly cried and lost my temper for the first time. I even smashed a glass."

She looked up at the stars in the sky and whispered, "Mr. Clark, they treat me badly, so I don't want to be nice to them. The world is simple. You are a good person. If others misunderstand you and treat you badly, it's not your fault."

Nelson smiled after realizing she had beaten around the bush to comfort him because of his bad relationship with Elizabeth. His hard heart softened, so he kissed the beautiful red mole on her neck and said, "You're right. I know what to do now."

Charlotte's neck stiffened. She felt a little aggrieved because she could not figure out why he had kissed her after understanding what she meant.

The red mole on her neck was sensitive. When his soft and cold lips touched it, her heart skipped a beat.

The moon was bright, and the stars were sparse. There were no birds, so the garden was so quiet that she could hear him breathing.

She had not told him the price she had paid for losing her temper that time. Aurora had made her kneel on the broken glass for an entire afternoon. The shards of glass had been so sharp that they© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

had penetrated her delicate flesh. But Aurora had been having a cup of mellow coffee in the distance, listening to Vivian share the interesting things in school. After a long time, she suddenly remembered Charlotte, looked at her, and kindly asked, "Char, does it hurt?"

Charlotte had been too young to understand the ugliness of this world, so she subconsciously replied, "Yes, it hurts."

Aurora had said, "Come here and let me take a look."

When Charlotte had tried to stand up, Vivian had pressed one hand on her shoulder and smiled, "Char, who told you to get up? My mom wanted you to go over on your knees. Hurry up!"

Charlotte's knees had been dripping with blood, so she couldn't stand up even if Vivian had not stopped her. She had bitten her lip in silence and had not dared to cry because she had known if she disobeyed their order, they would give her more severe punishments. When she had gone over on her knees, the shards of glass had recklessly cut into her, and it had hurt badly.

Aurora had condescendingly looked at her and smiled, "Poor girl, it hurts, right?"

Charlotte lowered her head in silence

Aurora touched her face and sighed, "Char, you have stained the floor. Why are you so naughty? Clean the floor! Otherwise, I will be angry."

Charlotte had been in pain and burst out a cold sweat, but she had still whispered, "I see."

Hearing this, Aurora smiled with satisfaction and left with Vivian.

Afraid of being scolded, Charlotte had endured the pain in her knees and cleaned up the blood and shards of glass on the ground. Then, she had hidden in the bathroom, held the tweezers with her immature hands, and taken the shards of glass out of her flesh one by one.

The process had been painful and torturous. Charlotte's fingers had trembled so violently in pain that she almost dropped the tweezers. But she had gritted her teeth and endured it. She was not Vivian, so she had no right to be willful. She could only rely on herself.

If she had not had the ancestral scar removal ointment of the Moore family, those ugly scars would have been left on her legs and disgusted Mr. Clark.

When a gust of cold wind blew, Nelson hugged Charlotte tighter and said, "I joined the army when I was sixteen."

His hoarse voice was inhumanly indifferent, but in the night wind, it sounded strangely pleasant.

"At that time, no one knew me or cared for me. I lived in the big barrack, ate the same food as all the other soldiers, and fought bloody battles at the front line. Later, I joined the National Security Agency and saw a lot of worldly affairs."

He casually understated the bloody intrigues and continued, "When I was on a mission, my teammate stabbed me in the chest, and I almost died."

When Charlotte exclaimed in shock, he smiled, "But I survived."

He narrowed his eyes and coldly said, "After a near-death experience, I realize many things are not as important as I thought. So, I don't care about them now."

When they had met for the first time, Charlotte had seen many scars on his back. She remembered there was indeed a scar of a perforation wound on his left chest. It was an old scar and looked inconspicuous, so she had not expected it had almost killed him back then. However, it was indeed close to his heart.

She pursed her lips, carefully took his hand, and asked, "Mr. Clark, are you sad?"

Nelson scoffed, "Why do you think I would be sad?"

His life used to be boring. He had not cared about anything in this world until a white and soft toffee had fallen into his territory.

She was so sweet that things began to get out of control.

...

In Elizabeth's residence, Rachel grabbed the family doctor's hand and asked in disbelief, "Are you sure my grandma is fine?"

The family doctor nodded, "Yes, Ms. Brown. If you don't believe me, you can ask another doctor to see her."

Rachel shook his hand away and said, "No need."

The family doctor of the Clark family was a world-renowned good doctor, so his words must be true.

The family doctor sighed, "I didn't expect Ms. Lopez to have such excellent skills. After all, she is young. Thanks to her, Madame Clark is out of danger now. Ms. Brown, you should thank her!"

Rachel forced a smile and said, "Yeah, I didn't expect it either. I will thank her."

When she was speaking, her eyes were full of insidiousness.

...

Charlotte got up late in the morning, so she didn't even have time to have breakfast. When she was about to run out with a bag of milk, Nelson grabbed her and said, "Leave after eating breakfast."

She anxiously retorted, "But I'm going to be late!"

"You should not have overslept."

He led her to the dining table and continued, "I'll call your teacher. Take your time to have breakfast."

Charlotte was taken aback and hurriedly said, "No! It is improper!"

If Nelson called Ms. Jaxon in person... Charlotte could imagine she would look at her as if looking at a monster.

She didn't dare disobey his order, so she quickly stuffed a piece of bread into her mouth, finished breakfast in five minutes, and then hurried to school.