Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 54 Pink Underwear

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The beast in his heart had come out of the cage, so he expressionlessly stretched out his hand.

Charlotte suddenly looked back with tears in her big eyes and pitifully stared at him, saying, "If you make our relationship public, it will be difficult for you to date other women in the future."

Nelson was speechless.

Charlotte couldn't help crying, "The other woman will mind it if they know about me. I don't want to cause trouble for you!"

He did not know how to reply, so he stared at her with complicated emotions. Suddenly, he reached out to lift her chin and said, "Are you worried I can't find a girlfriend in the future?"

She whispered, "I'm here to counteract your bad luck. After you recover, you won't need me and will marry someone else."

Nelson was so furious that he laughed.

Seeing this, she thought he was relieved to know she was considering his interests, so she sobbed, "I am a grateful person! I will return everything you gave me in the future!"

She would have a neat breakup with him!

The beast returned to the iron cage, and Nelson was amused. His thick eyelashes hung down when he looked at her and said, "Don't worry! Even if I become paralyzed, women will keep throwing themselves at me. I will never have difficulty getting married."

Charlotte thought his words made sense, so she aggrievedly looked at him and said, "But if you disclose our relationship, people will say I am a donkey in a lion's hide. I don't want them to think so."

Nelson thought this metaphor was interesting. He licked his teeth and wanted to bite the little donkey's tender neck.

Then, he said, "I will listen to you. Don't cry."

Charlotte felt ashamed. When she turned around to get a tissue, he suddenly pulled her back and pressed his soft and slightly cool lips against her eyelid. She widened her eyes in shock, looking at his pretty star-like eyes close at hand.

There were tears on her eyelashes. Seeing them trembling in panic, he wanted to wantonly bully her.

When he chuckled and reached out to lift her chin, her eyelashes trembled even more violently.

He soothingly massaged her fair and tender neck and said in a frivolous tone, "Don't cry, OK?"

Charlotte was at a loss for words.

When she returned to her senses, she hurriedly pushed him away, rushed into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut.

Despite being pushed away, Nelson tapped his finger on his nose and happily laughed.

...

Charlotte looked in the mirror and found herself blushing like a shrimp. She whimpered in a faint voice and washed her face with cold water. But the heat in her face did not subside.

She was speechless and so ashamed that she felt like dying. After about ten minutes, she thought it was improper to hide in the bathroom all the time. She was too embarrassed to go out, so she simply took a shower and thought herself smart.

It wasn't until she wiped her body with a soft towel that she realized she had not brought clean underwear or pajamas into the bathroom. She had thrown her previous clothes into the laundry basket. They had been stained with water, so she could not put them on now. She was speechless and deeply regretted it.

She wrapped herself in a large towel and pressed her ear against the bathroom door. It sounded like Nelson had left.

She heaved a sigh of relief, vigilantly opened the door a crack, and stuck out her head to look around. Confirming he was indeed not in the bedroom, she guessed he had gone to talk to Waylon. Then, she tightly clutched the towel on her chest, sneakily went out of the bathroom, walked to the closet, and quickly took out her pajamas. When she was about to open her underwear drawer, Nelson said in a smiling voice from behind, "Wear the pink one."

Charlotte was at a loss for words.

She stiffly turned her head back like a slow motion in movies and saw him standing behind her. He was slender and more than a head taller than her, and there was a smile in his eyes.

His hand passed over her shoulder, helped her open the drawer, and picked out a pink set, saying, "Here you are."

Charlotte was speechless. If she measured her blood pressure now, the sphygmomanometer might explode. She was so ashamed that she lost her mind, took over the underwear from his hand in a daze, held it together with her pajamas, and asked, "Do you like pink?"

Glancing at her fair and tender shoulders with beautiful lines and slender neck, he replied, "Yes."

She must look pretty like a flower in pink.

Charlotte said, "I'm going to put them on."

He grabbed her wrist and asked, "Do you need my help?"

She looked back at him and seriously said, "I'm eighteen, so I can dress myself."

He disappointedly said, "Fine."

Charlotte was at a loss for words again.

She rushed into the bathroom and quickly put on her clothes. Then, she blankly looked at herself in the mirror. She felt as if she had gotten drunk because she had said crazy just now. She wondered why she had asked such a flirtatious question! But she had never expected him to like pink.

Suddenly, Nelson knocked on the bathroom door and said, "Little girl, I need to take a shower."

Charlotte hurriedly replied, "I'll be right out."

He didn't tease her anymore but directly went into the bathroom to take a shower. She breathed a sigh of relief and dried her hair. She did not want him to examine her body, so she immediately wrapped herself in the warm blanket and closed her eyes to pretend to be asleep.

When Nelson came out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later, he glanced at the bulge on the floor, went to the door, and said something to the servant outside. Soon, the servant brought a glass of warm milk over.

Nelson bent over, tugged at Charlotte's blanket, and said, "Get up and drink the milk."

But she was determined to stay motionless.

He thought for a while and coaxingly said, "Little girl, if you don't drink milk, you won't grow taller."

Charlotte was speechless. He had accurately hit her pain point. No wonder he could succeed and become a big shot.

She got up crying. After taking the milk over, she asked for confirmation, "Mr. Clark, is it because you drink milk every day that you grow so tall?"

Nelson casually replied, "Yes."

Hearing this, she gulped down the glass of milk. Then, she looked so proud as if what she had downed was a bottle of whisky.

"Come here."

Charlotte coughed when hearing this. She was afraid he wanted to examine her body, so she slowly walked over.

But he just reached out to wipe the milk stains off her lips.

She said, "I..."

He narrowed his eyes, leaned over, and licked away the remaining milk.

She dryly continued, "I can wipe it off by myself."