Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 67 Little Monster

Chapter 67 Little Monster

Nelson asked in a flat tone, "Why did you cry?"

Charlotte heaved a sigh of relief. She originally thought Nelson got mad because she lied to her maternal grandfather and said she was the parent of a classmate. But as a matter of fact, she didn't lie. Nelson was Andrew's uncle after all...

She said in a low voice, "I haven't seen my grandfather for so long. I was a bit excited."

Nelson stated, "I've let my men take over the follow-up treatment for your grandfather. You don't have to worry about the medical expense."

Charlotte was a bit dumbfounded and suddenly didn't know what to do. "Thank you... You're so good to me... I..."

She wanted to say "I don't know what I can do to repay your kindness".

Nelson reached out to massage his temples. Charlotte knew he always had a headache. With a frown, she stepped forward to hold his hand and slowly massaged the purlicue of his hand. She said in a soft voice, "It will harm your health if you massage your temples frequently.

Nelson grasped her hand, wanting to say something. But in the end, he didn't say anything and just let her massage her hands.

His headache was greatly eased, but the fretful emotions in his heart grew.

After learning that Charlotte smiled at and talked to others at school, the beast that had been suppressed in the depth of his heart clamored to go out and constantly growled, "Kill them."

This emotion was amplified when he heard Charlotte crying in the ward. It was the first time in the past several years that he had the urge to kill people.

At that moment, he suddenly recalled that when he was very young, Elizabeth would look at him condescendingly with disgust in her eyes while saying, "You're such a little monster."

Nelson had always known that he was a monster, just like his mother.

He knew such emotions were abnormal, but sometimes, he couldn't control them.

For some reason, he didn't want to tell Charlotte about this.

She was very timid and was like a little hamster who was wearing the shell of a turtle. When she was startled, she would shrink back into her turtle shell and couldn't come out anymore.

Nelson's eyes were filled with gloominess when he thought about this. He was still very interested in her and he couldn't scare her.

...

Charlotte thought a lot after going back to the Malus Garden. In the end, she decided to make a meal by herself to thank Nelson. She couldn't make exquisite dishes and what she cooked were all homestyle dishes. As only the two of them would have dinner together, she didn't make too many dishes. She cooked shredded pork with garlic sauce, pumpkin pie, sweet and sour carp, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, steamed pork ribs with rice flour, and cucumber soup with preserved eggs.

The soup she prepared looked delicious. She fried the preserved eggs in advance, so the soup she made looked creamy. On top of the soup were cucumber slices, which could help improve appetite.

Nelson didn't know many ladies from rich families, but he did know some. However, none of them knew how to cook. What they learned were elegant things like dance, piano, or singing.

The last time when someone cooked for him was twenty years ago when his mother was still alive.

However, Constance wasn't skilled in cooking and he refused to eat after taking a bite of the food.

Nelson found Charlotte's fair cheek was tainted with white flour. He took a glance at the dishes on the table, sat down in the chair, reached out a finger, and pointed at his cheek, reminding her, "There's something."

Charlotte reached out to wipe her face, but she didn't wipe the right place.

Nelson chuckled and ordered, "Come here."

Charlotte walked over and slightly stooped, allowing him to wipe the flour away for her.

Nelson held her cheek, suddenly feeling it interesting. So, he pinched it with great force. Charlotte's skin was very tender and a red mark immediately appeared on her cheek.

Nelson was lost for words.

Blinking her clear, big eyes, Charlotte approached Nelson, her ears getting red. Seeing that Nelson didn't move a bit, she tilted her head in confusion and asked in a soft voice, "What's wrong?"

Nelson expressionlessly wiped away the flour on her cheek and replied, "Nothing."

Charlotte mumbled a "well" and sat back in her seat. Looking at the red mark on her cheek, which made it as if she had been slapped, Nelson was lost in thoughts.

Why was her skin so tender? His cheek got a red mark just because of a pinch. Then was the skin of her body as tender as that of her cheek? Would it get red immediately too if he touched her?

Then would she get bruises all over after having sex with him?

At the thought of this, this old hooligan looked the girl who was focused on picking fishbones out up and down and began to think of some other things.

She was really beautiful, but she looked a bit thin. He would like to taste her after helping her gain some weight...

After all, he was not a beast. She was not 18 years old yet and was still a kid.

Charlotte didn't perceive that she had escaped from something because of his rare kindness and morality. She put the fish meat that had been ripped away fishbones into his plate and said, "Have a taste."

It was the tenderest part of the fish's abdomen. Generally, when a family tasted a fish together, they would give this part to elders or kids.

However, it was apparent that Nelson didn't have this common sense. He put the fish meat into his mouth. It was very tender. Although it didn't taste as amazing as that was made by chefs of five- starred restaurants, it tasted unspeakably special.

In the face of Charlotte's anticipation, Nelson stated blandly, "Not bad."

Charlotte felt very happy after getting such a comment and ate a bit more than usual. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Soon, the servants cleared the table. When Charlotte prepared to read medical books, Waylon suddenly went in and said, "Ms. Lopez, Madame Clark's maid came and asked you to check on her."

Charlotte was a bit dumbfounded. She asked, "Is there something wrong with her health again?"

Waylon took a glance at Nelson. After making sure that he didn't object to it, he continued, "Probably."

"Mr. Clark..." Charlotte looked at Nelson hesitantly.

As a doctor, she couldn't bear to see anyone being tortured by illness, not to mention that it was her patient. Charlotte couldn't be cold-hearted to her.

Holding a wisp of her soft, long, curly black hair, Nelson watched as the black hair slowly slip down his fingers and said, "It depends on you."

Charlotte immediately said with a smile, "Thank you."

"What's the reward?"

Charlotte had been accustomed to his cheekiness. She thought for a while and then shyly planted a kiss on his cheek. Her face became bright red before Nelson could say anything and she ran out as if she was escaping from something.

Holding his chin, Nelson smiled and commented, "This kid is very sensible."

Waylon was also amused and teased, "The last time you helped others, you requested an invaluable gemstone collected in Mabresh Museum as a reward. But this time, only a kiss is enough?"

Nelson replied lazily, seeming to be in a good mood, "I don't like gemstones."

"I understand." Waylon blinked and added, "You like beauties."

Nelson raised his chin and ordered, "Go there together with her. Rachel may make things difficult for her."

A hint of weird emotions flashed across Waylon's face. He replied with a nod, "Okay."