The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1699

“Hm?”

Charlotte eyed Anthony, and immediately his heart tightened. Trying to play innocent, he flashed her a crooked, mischievous smile.

“Sit down for a bit. I’ll dry your hair for you.”

“Playing dumb again?”

Anthony made a move for the door, but Charlotte caught him by the collar. Her eyes sparkled with a sly, teasing look. “So I’ve got a big temper… Who do you think made me this way?”

“I did.”

There was no way he’d get away without an answer. He stopped, reached out to pat her head, and let out a soft laugh. “Big temper, small temper, I like all of them anyway.”

He let his hand rest gently on her slightly rounded belly, his eyes lighting up with warmth. “But you know what? No one else gets to mess with you. Nobody bullies my baby.”

“Oh.”

Charlotte’s mood softened as she nestled against Anthony, letting him fuss over her hair. She grumbled, “You better remember what you just promised.”

Very soon, she’d be giving him a little girl.

Right now, Anthony swore she was all that mattered to him, his one and only…

Just wait till that daughter arrives…

We’d see then.

“I’m hungry.”

As soon as her hair was dry, Charlotte looked up at him, lips twitching.

“You little glutton.” Anthony smiled, set the hair dryer aside, smoothed her hair one last time, and headed off to the kitchen.

The moment he left and the door closed behind him, the smile faded from Charlotte’s face.

She picked up her phone, her expression growing serious, and dialed G5 to report in.

“The lab is working on a new drug,” she explained. “It might help protect the baby from the side effects of the gene mutation during pregnancy. But…”

G5 sounded hesitant, voice low.

“But it’s going to take some time, right?” Charlotte finished for him.

“Yeah.” G5 sighed. “Looks like the last antidote wasn’t effective enough. That’s probably why your nausea’s been so bad lately.”

Charlotte’s brow was knitted with concern, and she was already heading toward the door as she spoke.

“Did something happen?”

Anthony called for Helen, who quickly brought over a coat. He draped it over Charlotte’s shoulders and led her outside.

“It’s Shirley.”

Charlotte climbed into the car and answered softly, her mood dark, “Andrew said she’s had a high fever for hours. It’s not looking good.”

“I see.”

Anthony buckled her in, started the engine, and headed off toward The Blair Estate.

Thirty minutes later, he pulled up out front.

Before he even brought the car to a full stop, Charlotte was already pushing open the door, rushing toward the estate’s medical wing.

“Careful…”

Anthony felt his heart leap with worry. He barely managed to hand the keys off to the valet as he hurried after her.