Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 663

Chapter 663

An agonizing nine days had passed.

In the silver box stood the last bottle of antidote. Fortunately, Charlotte did not relapse for the past few days, which was basically the only thing she was glad about.

One more bottle tomorrow, and all the poison in her body would be flushed out.

At dawn, Mrs. Berry collected Charlotte's custom-made bridal gown after she hung the clothes outside. Thanks to the ceaseless rain, it took them forever to dry, and the layers of fabric sewn to the dress didn't help either.

The bridal gown had been out on the laundry rack for nine days since Mrs. Berry removed all blood stains on it.

Finally, she could take the gown back in.

After that, she looked for the biggest hanger she could find, hung it on the wall, and ironed it using the steam from a conventional iron.

“Let me do it.” Charlotte took over the iron.

Actually, a gown worth tens of millions shouldn't be hand-washed, neither should it be ironed in this manner. But with the limited resources in this town, that was all they could come up with. There were also dry cleaners out there, but Mrs. Berry wasn't sure if they were professional enough.

Inch by inch, Charlotte finally pressed out all the wrinkles after more than an hour. She took a few steps back and gave it a once-over.

As the soft breeze passed under the tulle, it gently buoyed up and fell. There was something familiar yet foreign about this gown.

The diamonds sewn onto the gown made it glimmer under the sun. Yet, a bridal gown without a bride was like a fallen angel, ripped off all its resplendence.

Just like Charlotte's eyes.

Tears trickled down her cheek when she looked at the wedding ring in her palm, and she had never felt worst.

“Miss, cheer up. At least you're recovering well. One last bottle tomorrow and you'll be as fit as a fiddle. This is great news, isn't it?”

“You're right. I've survived.” Charlotte smiled.