The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1101

“Lottie, that’s not what I meant…”

Franco frowned, feeling like he’d just set himself up for trouble.

Anthony looked away, a bit awkward, but kept his arm wrapped firmly around Charlotte’s waist. His voice stayed gentle. “The road’s pretty bumpy up ahead. It’s not all that comfortable to hold you like this. Maybe we should…”

Go back to your seat?

Honestly, Anthony was more than happy to keep Charlotte in his arms.

But Franco’s glare was sharp and icy, making it clear he wasn’t thrilled.

Charlotte caught Anthony’s words and frowned, clearly annoyed.

“Alright, alright, just hold her,” Franco said with a sigh, giving in because he couldn’t stand to see Charlotte upset.

He figured he’d have to get used to scenes like this sooner or later.

“Your dad’s right,” Anthony said, a smile tugging at his lips. He grabbed a light blanket and draped it over Charlotte, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Get some sleep. I’ll hold you.”

Franco pressed his lips together, obviously sulking, then pulled out his phone to message Nora and complain.

The convoy moved along the road for a while.

Up front, Hans spoke up. “Anthony, we’ve got someone following us.”

Anthony’s grip around Charlotte tightened. He glanced back, his eyes suddenly cold and sharp. With one hand, he pulled Charlotte’s iPad from her bag and his fingers flew across the screen.

Two minutes later, every surveillance camera along their route went dark.

“Tell the other cars. At the next intersection, lose them,” Anthony instructed.

Hans nodded right away and followed orders.

With the cameras off and the cars speeding up, the bodyguards trailing them thought they were being clever, but they lost them at the intersection.

All those guys could do was stare in total confusion.

“Okay.”

She reached for the glass, but he stopped her, looking serious but still speaking softly. “Let me help you.”

He’d noticed her muscle weakness was acting up again.

“Alright.” Charlotte didn’t argue, letting him help her drink about half the glass.

“Anywhere else uncomfortable?” Anthony set the glass down and lifted her onto his lap. “You have to tell me if something’s wrong. Don’t let me start overthinking, okay?”

When it came to her, he just couldn’t keep his cool.

“My limbs feel weak,” Charlotte said, absentmindedly playing with a button on his shirt. “I’m on medication for it. It’s under control.” She knew she’d feel better after a bit of rest.

As she finished speaking, her gaze wandered to Anthony’s wrist. She couldn’t help noticing the small leather cord he wore.

It looked almost exactly like the one her grandmother had given her, except Anthony’s had a small pendant attached, and she realized it was some kind of alert device.