The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 632

Night had settled in by the time Charlotte made her way back to the dorm, clutching the leave slip Anthony had written for her, officially signed off by Donald himself.

“A leave pass signed by L in person?”

Emma’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she spotted the signature. She raked her fingers through her hair, still in disbelief.

Since when did L bother with the little stuff like this?

Alvina and Eileen both turned to Charlotte, curiosity written all over their faces.

“Charlotte, it’s so late. Is someone coming to get you?”

They all remembered—Charlotte only had her dad, and he didn’t even live in Cabinda.

“Yeah, someone’s picking me up.” Charlotte nodded, her voice soft. “It’s my boyfriend.”

Boyfriend?

All three girls stared at her, stunned into silence. It was almost comical, how wide their eyes got.

Who on earth could win over someone like Charlotte?

When word got out that Charlotte’s boyfriend was coming to pick her up, the three of them rushed to the balcony, peering down into the night.

A black sports car, sleek and obviously expensive, sat quietly under the glow of the streetlights.

The car door swung open.

A pair of long, straight legs stepped out first, then the rest of him followed—a tall, broad-shouldered man in a trench coat. Even with his back to them, the way he carried himself was impossible to ignore. Sophisticated, elegant, a little mysterious. You just knew his face had to match.

As Charlotte approached, Anthony was already waiting. He took the bag from her, then slipped her hand into his like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The words made his smile bloom. His eyes grew darker as he gently tilted her chin. “Am I good?” he teased, his voice playful.

Charlotte’s brow twitched. Her fingers trembled, almost dropping her phone.

“I asked you something.”

Anthony’s gaze fixed on her, catching the flush creeping up her cheeks. He pinched her chin gently, like she was a kitten he couldn’t resist teasing. “Since I’m so good, don’t you think I deserve a reward?”

Charlotte opened her mouth to reply, but before she could say a word, Anthony leaned in. His breath was warm against her forehead.

He moved slowly, fighting to keep himself in check. It was just a brief, featherlight kiss, but his breathing turned shaky, like even that small touch satisfied something deep inside.

Charlotte kept her eyes on him. She waited a beat, then reached up, cradling his face in both hands, and kissed him back.