Waking up with my nemesis baby novel Chapter 284

She was wearing soft loungewear, her hair was a bit messy, and

there were faint dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn’t

slept well either.

“Charlotte.”

Bradley’s throat was terribly dry, the words felt like they’d been

scraped with sandpaper, stuck in his throat.

He looked at her, the swirling emotions in his startlingly bright

eyes almost threatening to drown a person.

In the end, he just asked in a low voice, his tone one of extreme

exhaustion, even a hint of weakness:

“Aren’t you going to invite me in to sit down?

Or… get me a glass of water.”

He really looked like he was about to collapse. His face was

pale, and his lips were a bit dry.

It was as if all his strength had been drained, and he was

running on willpower alone.

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Charlotte was struck by this unprecedentedly vulnerable side of

him.

All her questions and the slight hurt from being ignored by him

earlier were instantly replaced by worry.

She quickly stepped aside to clear the doorway. “Come in.”

Bradley followed her into the apartment, his steps unsteady.

The room wasn’t large, a standard studio apartment layout. It

was neat but felt a bit cold, as if the owner didn’t plan on

staying long.

Charlotte closed the door and turned to get him some water,

but she didn’t expect Bradley to be right behind her, extremely

close.

The moment she turned, she almost bumped right into his

chest.

“You…” Charlotte looked up, wanting to ask him why he had

suddenly shown up here, and in such a state.

But before the words could leave her mouth, it was as if Bradley

had finally used up his last ounce of strength.

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His body swayed, he stumbled, and his whole body sagged

forward, his forehead resting heavily on her shoulder.

Bradley’s weight pressed down on her unexpectedly, carrying

the dampness of sweat and a burning heat.

The weight made Charlotte stagger back a step, and she

instinctively reached out to steady his waist.

She felt his lean muscles, now completely relaxed, under his

tight, sweat–dampened shirt.

“Bradley?

Charlotte jumped, her voice changing pitch, “What’s wrong with

you?

Don’t scare me!”

The man leaning on her shoulder let out a very soft, very tired

whimper, with an almost imperceptible hint of grievance.

“Charlotte… my heart feels a little weird.”

“Your heart?

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I’m calling an ambulance right now.”

Bradley reached out and hugged her, his arms tightening a little.

“Don’t.”

His voice was muffled in the crook of her neck, the heat of his

breath warming her skin. “I just didn’t sleep all night, then

climbed twelve floors, and did a round of CPR…”

He paused, as if gathering his strength, then complained in a

weak tone that was both whiny and self–righteously indignant:

“My heart’s beating so fast, it’s uncomfortable, and I’m dead

tired.”

“Pulling an all–nighter, plus intense exercise and emotional

stress… Charlotte, it feels like an easy way to just drop dead.”

He said that last part almost against her ear, his voice a faint,

breathy whisper, full of a touching vulnerability.

Charlotte’s body instantly went rigid.

His hot breath was on the side of her neck, the strength of his

arm trapping her waist.

The man was leaning almost his entire body against her,

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radiating heat and the faint smell of sweat.

It wasn’t unpleasant. It mixed with his unique scent, something

like antiseptic and crisp cedar, creating an aggressive,

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