Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 52 Parenting

Chapter 52 Parenting

Nelson pulled her into his arms.

Her body was soft and had the faint orange smell of the shower gel. he rested his chin on her head when hugging her. Then, he sat on the recliner beside the bed and put her on his lap. She felt his warm body temperature and smelt alcohol and cigarettes. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

When he buried his head in her neck, his lips brushed against her collarbone, making her shiver.

"Why are you so fragrant and soft?"

Nelson put one hand around her waist and stroked her soft cheek with the other. Then, he pretended to be confused and asked, "What do you drink every day? Floral water?"

His flirtatious words made Charlotte so nervous that she heard it wrong. So, she stammered with a flushing face, "Mr. Clark, I don't drink toilet water!"

She hoped he would not feed her toilet water!

Nelson was speechless. After a pause, his chest vibrated when he let out muffled laughter.

He slowly touched her cheek with his fingers to feel the tenderness and said, "Don't worry, I won't feed you toilet water. What do you want to eat tonight?"

Charlotte heaved a sigh of relief, thinking the way these big shots tortured people was perverted. Nelson had even attempted to let her drink toilet water! After a narrow escape, she didn't dare to ask for anything, so she obediently said, "I'm fine with everything."

Nelson narrowed his eyes and coaxed her in a deep voice, "Come on! You just need to tell me what you want to eat. I will satisfy you."

Charlotte suddenly blushed for no reason.

She did not dare to look into his dark eyes, so she turned her face aside, bit her lower lip, and said, "Let's eat mutton stew."

It was early spring, so the weather was still cold. Eating hot mutton stew was a great pleasure in life.

The Lopez family often cooked mutton stew in winter to keep out the cold, but they had never given any to her.

The mutton stew was soon ready. The chef of the Clark family was good. Every piece of mutton was in a suitable size and tasted amazing. Mutton had its special odor, so the chef added a small amount of chili to suppress it. It was not very spicy, but Charlotte's taste buds were sensitive. After eating five pieces of mutton, she began fanning her mouth with both hands.

Nelson poured her a glass of iced drink made of Damask rose, chrysanthemum, hawthorn slices, and honey. It was sweet and sour with a floral fragrance, tasting nice. After she took a sip to counter the spiciness, he served her a bowl of mutton soup. And it also tasted delicious.

Charlotte shyly said, "Thank you."

Nelson said, "Why do you always express your gratitude by saying thank you?"

Charlotte was at a loss, so she asked, "What should I do?"

Nelson stretched out one slender finger, wiped a drop of sauce off her lips, and faintly smiled, "You know I'm a businessperson."

Charlotte nodded. She of course knew he was a businessperson.

Nelson was powerful. It was not exaggerated to say he was standing at the top of Seyso. His industries were all over Guabia. Guabia had a regulation that people in the army must not do business. But he was an exception. He did business and had arrogantly built a business empire. If other people had done such things, they would have long been suspended for inspection. But no one dared to criticize him.

Nelson continued, "In the eyes of businessmen, an oral "thank you" is not enough. We need something substantive in return."

Charlotte suddenly realized something. She thought for a while, put down her fork, and said, "Wait a minute."

Then, she left the dining table, picked up her schoolbag, and took a pendant out of the innermost pocket. Then, she handed it to him and embarrassedly said, "I have no money for now, but I will work hard to make money. I can mortgage jade pendant to you. Although it is worthless, it is from my deceased mother."

Nelson stared at her with a complicated look in his eyes. Instead of accepting the pendant, he said, "The substantive thing I mentioned is your kiss."

Charlotte was speechless. She stared blankly at him with her round and moist eyes. When recovering from the shock after a long time, she quickly lowered her head and said in a fluster, "Please keep the pendant, I..."

Seeing her nervously pinching her fingers and incoherently speaking, he gave a low laugh, took the jade pendant over, and said, "Fine, I'll take it. Let's continue enjoying the meal."

Charlotte finally felt relieved.

Nelson casually said, "Waylon told me you are doing well in school."

She nodded, "I made two new friends."

Thinking of something, she paused and looked at her clothes. Since Reagan had paid so much attention to them, they must be expensive.

She had stuffed a piece of mutton into her mouth, so her cheeks bulged, and she couldn't speak. Therefore, she hurriedly swallowed it and said, "Mr. Clark, the clothes you bought for me are too expensive, I..."

Nelson sneered, "Expensive? They are not good enough. I'll ask my tailor in Juflil to make a batch of clothes for you. Tell Waylon the style you like."

Charlotte was at a loss for words. She had heard the clothes of the real rich were custom-made. Maybe the price of one piece of their clothing was equivalent to the annual income of an ordinary family.

She could not accept a reward without making merit, so she hurriedly said, "No, thanks. I have enough clothes now!"

Nelson didn't reply but stared at her finish the soup he had served her in person. Then, he let her go on with her homework.

Srolanya High School did not have much homework, so Charlotte had already finished it. Now, she was reading medical books for self-study.

The Moore family was a family of traditional medicine and had many books handed down from their ancestors. She had read most of them and thought they were useful.

Nelson was feeding a parrot in the yard. It was a gift and good at copying human speech.

He suddenly asked, "Are all girls this age so troublesome?"

Waylon pondered and replied, "Sir, I have no idea. After all, I don't have a daughter."

The look Nelson's black eyes turned cold when he aggressively said, "Do you mean I'm old?"