Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 121 She Was So Beautiful

Chapter 121 She Was So Beautiful

Charlotte stood still when she came back to pick up her headband.

Earlier, she had accidentally dropped her headband, which was why she returned. However, she didn't expect to hear that sentence.

His tone was cold as if all the previous gentleness he showed to her was fake.

Charlotte lowered her head, looking at the little puppy in her arms. She bit her lip and muttered softly to herself, "Actually... He didn't say anything wrong."

She was, in fact, just a small toy that Mr. Clark kept on a whim.

Why should she feel upset about it?

......

Cora's daughter was also raising a pet, so she was familiar with the pet hospital. She took the little puppy to get vaccinated, leaving Charlotte a bit bored. Whenever she had idle time, she would recall the embarrassment she experienced in Nelson's study just now. She quickly found something to occupy herself, like assisting Paisley with the flowers and plants in the yard.

She understood medical principles and was very familiar with the growth habits of herbal plants, making her a great assistant. Paisley kept praising her, which made Charlotte feel quite shy.

As she spent an hour in the yard, Charlotte gradually calmed down. She was trying hard not to think about today's kiss and Nelson's cold words. Just as she was about to trim the leaves of a peony plant, the doorbell rang.

Paisley was busy watering the flowers and couldn't attend to the door, so Charlotte said, "It should be Cora. I'll go and get the door."

Paisley smiled and nodded.

Charlotte opened the heavy iron door and was surprised to find that it wasn't Cora and the adorable puppy but a tall and imposing man. The man looked extremely fierce, with a scar stretching from his chin to the corner of his left eye. His face was scary enough to make a child cry. Charlotte was a bit scared too. However, she knew that such people cared about their appearance, so she quickly composed herself and asked softly, "Who are you looking for?" All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

There was a beautiful and delicate face behind the man. He smiled brightly and said, "We're looking for Commander Clark."

The young man had fair skin and charming features, with rosy lips and white teeth. He exuded a graceful and charming aura, and his smiling face was particularly adorable. However, his docile and obedient eyes couldn't hide his rebellious nature.

The man glanced at the young man and said, "Ms. Lopez, we're here to see Mr. Clark."

Charlotte was surprised, "Do you know me?"

The man didn't explain much, "I've heard a bit about you."

Charlotte stepped aside and said, "Please come in."

The man nodded and said to the young man, "Mr. Braxton, please."

The young man looked at Charlotte with curiosity before entering the villa.

The man seemed familiar with the place, confidently walking into the living room and said to the young man, "Mr. Braxton, please have a seat here."

The young man responded with an "Mm," and that man went upstairs to look for Nelson.

Michael looked around at the decorations and said, "So, this is Oswye Community. It isn't exaggerating to call it a paradise on earth."

Charlotte didn't know him and didn't plan to have much interaction with him. She wanted to go to Paisley, but the young man said, "Get me a glass of water."

His voice was pleasant, carrying a unique touch of youthfulness. However, his tone wasn't that pleasant as it came with a hint of imperiousness.

Charlotte had a good temper and she didn't mind. Considering he was the guest, getting him a glass of water wasn't too much for her. She got a glass of lukewarm water and brought it to him. However, the young man didn't drink the water. He looked at Charlotte and asked, "Are you a maid here?"

Charlotte was taken aback, not understanding why he would think that. Upon looking at her attire, she realized that when she went to take care of the plants, she changed into old clothes and wore an apron, making her look quite like a maid.

"I'm not," Charlotte shook her head.

The young man seemed to be very interested in her and smiled as he asked, "Miss, where are you from? You speak in such a charming accent."

Charlotte couldn't help but wonder how could this child be so skilled at flirting at such a young age

"I'm a Southerner," Charlotte replied, "I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving."

"Hey, don't leave," the young man grabbed her wrist, "Miss, why do you cover your face with your hair? Is it because you are too beautiful?"

Charlotte was speechless.

The young man tilted his head, and his bright and sparkling eyes looked at her, "Miss, what's your name? I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

Charlotte was pretty confirmed that she had never seen such a flamboyant and eye-catching young man before, and she softly said, "You must have mistaken me for someone else... Can you please let go of my hand?"

Michael replied with a faint smile, "Tell me your name."

"My... My name is Charlotte."

The young man kept his promise and let go of her hand, "I'm Michael," he said.

Charlotte replied calmly, "Nice to meet you."

The young man looked happy and continued, "Nice to meet you too. How old are you, Miss?"

"I'm eighteen years old."

"I'm sixteen," Michael said, "You look even younger than me."

Charlotte wasn't used to interacting with strangers, and that was already at her limit. Her earlobes turned red as she replied, "I... I have something else to attend to. I have to go."

"Don't go," Michael used the same tactic and grabbed her wrist again, "Let me see how do you look like."

Charlotte didn't know how to respond.

She was about to cry.

"Let her go," a cold and indifferent voice sounded.

Charlotte felt as if she heard celestial music and immediately turned her head to see Nelson and the man with the scarred face walking downstairs. Nelson coldly stared at Michael's hand, and his melancholic gaze seemed to be contemplating how to chop off that hand.

Michael noticed Nelson and finally restrained himself a bit. He let go of Charlotte's hand and stood up, awkwardly saluting with a crooked and twisted military salute, "Hello, Commander Clark."

However, Nelson didn't even acknowledge him. He simply walked up to Charlotte, taking her hand to inspect it for any injuries. He knew that the young girl was delicate and tender. Even a gentle pinch would leave a mark on her.

But instinctively, Charlotte hid her hand behind her back and lowered her head, avoiding Nelson's gaze. "I'm fine."

Nelson's expression got darkened.

He couldn't help but wonder why the young girl's attitude towards him...had become so distant? It had just been a very short while. It was as if they'd returned to how they were when they first met. They were uptight.

He felt a bit displeased but didn't show it. Instead, he looked at Michael and said, "I heard you're causing a stir among my troops?"

Michael clearly showed apprehension towards Nelson and chuckled, "I was just bored... Besides, even from the beginning, I already said I wasn't suitable to stay in the military. It was my father's

insistence..."

Nelson said in an indifferent voice, "Tell your father then."

Michael shut his mouth.

Nelson's imposing presence was intimidating. With just a calm and simple sentence, Michael dared not say another word. It was more effective than his father threatening to whip him.