Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 101 Couldn't Handle You

Chapter 101 Couldn't Handle You

Waylon happened to come in with some people carrying a set of tea utensils. When he saw Charlotte's flustered expression, he froze in confusion and asked, "Ms. Lopez, what's wrong?"

Charlotte saw Waylon and finally breathed a sigh of relief. She stopped in her tracks and asked in puzzlement, "Where am I?"

Only then did Waylon realize that Charlotte must have been startled upon waking up in an unfamiliar environment. He comforted her, "Weren't you the one who mentioned not wanting to stay in the old mansion? That's why Mr. Clark had everything moved over here this morning."

Charlotte was taken aback, "...What? He moved everything over here?"

Waylon instructed the people to place the tea set properly and smiled as he said, "Yeah, this is a villa owned by Mr. Clark in Oswye Community. The area isn't very big, but it should be enough for two people to live comfortably... Mr. Clark has gone out, so shall I show you around?"

Charlotte nodded and whispered, "...He actually arranged everything so quickly."

Waylon said, "Mr. Clark always keeps his promises, and moreover, this is just a simple thing for him."

He glanced at Charlotte's bare feet on the carpet and said, "Oh Ms. Lopez, you should put on some shoes. Mr. Clark would blame me if you catch a cold."

Charlotte blushed slightly. Feeling embarrassed, she went back to her room and came out wearing slippers.

There were still people moving things around in the house. Waylon didn't mind, and he continued to show Charlotte several rooms, "The room you just woke up in is yours. Mr. Clark's room is across from yours, and they both have en-suite bathrooms. The other rooms are a study, a collection room, and a storage room. The guest rooms are upstairs, and there's also a sunroom up there, which is perfect for enjoying the sun in spring and winter. Additionally, there's a gym and an entertainment room, but they're not used often."

Standing on the third floor, Charlotte looked downstairs and saw that the villa had a small courtyard with a lot of precious flowers and a few fruit trees. Her favorite was the grapevine with a swing hanging from it.

Waylon said, "Mr. Clark had it specially made for you. But your health isn't great right now, so you shouldn't be exposed to the wind."

Charlotte nodded and asked, "Is there someone who regularly takes care of this place?"

"Yes, they come about once a week, usually around ten o'clock. So, they won't disturb you. Besides, there are only two servants here who attend to things. They've been with Mr. Clark for a long time and usually stay in their own rooms when they're not busy."

Charlotte whispered, "Mr. Colton, you don't have to be so formal with me."

Waylon smiled as he knew that Charlotte wasn't used to him using formal language, so he said, "Ms. Lopez, if you're curious, feel free to explore around."

Charlotte nodded and asked, "When will Mr. Clark be back?"

"Well, can't say for sure," Waylon replied. "Mr. Clark went to the military department for a meeting today."

Nelson returned late, and Charlotte had already taken a shower and was ready to sleep. She just came out of the kitchen with a glass of milk when she saw Nelson, the tall man, walk into the living room. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Hey, you're back," Charlotte greeted with a soft smile and whispered, "Have you eaten?"

Nelson nodded, "Do you feel comfortable here?"

Charlotte immediately nodded, "It's great here."

"If you need anything, just ask Waylon," Nelson said as he took off his windbreaker and draped it over his arm. There was some weariness in his eyes, "Is your health better?"

Charlotte replied, "Yeah, I'm fine now. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Nah, I'm fine," Nelson's expression seemed cold. But when he was facing Charlotte, he suppressed his irritability. He gently patted her head and said, "Go back to your room, and go to bed after drinking the milk."

Charlotte looked up, and was only able to see his sharp jawline. She obediently nodded and went back to her room as told.

As she opened the door to her room, she heard the sound of a glass being smashed on the floor, and it frightened her to the point that she trembled a little.

...Mr. Clark seemed to be in a very bad mood.

Charlotte pursed her lips and entered her room. After finishing her milk, and washing up, she lay down on her bed, and was torn between going out to check on him or not. But when she thought about the blood she saw last time in Malus Garden, she became timid. So, she could only hug her

pillow, and softly recited a few lines of calming words for Nelson, even though he couldn't hear. Then, she fell asleep.

The next morning, Charlotte woke up to the urging of her alarm clock. Sunlight seeped through the half-drawn curtains and fell on her face, making her squint before getting out of bed.

After tidying up, she went downstairs, where Nelson was already sitting at the dining table. The housekeeper, Paisley, had prepared breakfast. Charlotte cautiously glanced at Nelson and greeted, "Good morning, Mr. Clark."

"Hmm," Nelson set aside the documents in his hand. "Let's eat."

Breakfast consisted of muesli, buns, milk, and ham sandwiches, which were all relatively light.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Nelson asked.

Charlotte replied, "Yeah, quite good."

"Well, that means you're okay with any bed, huh?" Nelson chuckled softly, "I was actually thinking, if you insist on your old bed and end up knocking on my door in the middle of the night, whether I should open the door for you or not."

Charlotte's face turned red in shyness instantly, "Hey, I... I won't knock on your door in the middle of the night, okay!"

"Oh, how bad!" Nelson casually sipped his muesli, "After all, I'm not a jerk. If you really did come, I wouldn't open the door for you either... But to make it up to you, I could've given you a ride to school... if only you had come."

Charlotte was speechless. Why did she feel like she was the one at fault for not insisting on her old bed...

"But I know how to be flexible," Nelson lifted his eyelids. The sharp curve of his eyes was like a knife, which carried a cold glint that could kill, but they were softened by the teasing glint in his eyes. He unexpectedly became somewhat gentle, "Hmm... You call me 'Sir', and I'll give you a ride to school, alright?"

Charlotte was truly speechless with his words.

Why did she feel like she was being taken advantage of every day?

"Ah, you're too busy... No worries, you don't need to give me a ride," Charlotte blushed as she placed the spoon in her hand down and whispered, "I... I'll go first."

Nelson grabbed her wrist, "Is it that difficult to call me 'Sir'?"

Charlotte kept her head down and didn't say anything as her ears turned red.

"...Well, I really can't handle you." Nelson held Charlotte's wrist as they walked out, "Since you're so adorable, I'll still give you a ride to school even if you don't call me 'Sir'."

At this moment, Charlotte felt like she should say something, so she racked her brain and managed to squeeze out a sentence, "...Th-thank you, Mr. Clark."

Oswye Community is closer to Srolanya High School. When Charlotte arrived, it was still quite early, and Eloise and Nicholas weren't there yet. However, to Charlotte's surprise, Cecilia, who was known for always arriving at the class at the last minute, was already sprawled on the desk.

Charlotte was curious, "What's wrong with you?"

Cecilia raised her eyes and glanced at Charlotte, "You've recovered?"

"Yeah, I'm fine already. It wasn't that serious though."

Cecilia smiled and pulled her chair to sit beside Charlotte. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "I heard Daphne and Dawson both got expelled."

Charlotte paused for a moment, "Oh, really?"