Waking up with my nemesis baby novel Chapter 288

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He said, staring at Charlotte.

“You couldn’t stand it, so you secretly took me out to eat every

day.”

Charlotte’s hand, holding the fork, paused for a moment.

Then, as if nothing happened, she picked up some of the

Tomato & Egg Stir–fry with her fork, put it in her mouth, and

mumbled, “That’s ancient history. Who even remembers?”

“I remember.”

Bradley’s voice was subdued.

“I remember everything about you.”

Charlotte found the food in her mouth hard to swallow.

It was actually delicious. The eggs were cooked just right-

tender, smooth, and savory, coated in a sweet and sour sauce

that was very appetizing.

She just felt guilty.

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“Let’s not talk about it. Let’s eat first.”

“Mm.”

Bradley nodded, and they continued to eat in silence.

When they finished eating, Charlotte put down her fork, stood

up, and reached for the dishes. “I’ll do the dishes.”

At almost the same time, Bradley also stood up, his large hand

pressing down on the back of hers as she was about to pick up

the plate.

His palm was warm against her cool skin, and they both paused

almost imperceptibly.

“I’ll do it.”

Bradley’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an undeniable tone.

Charlotte instinctively pulled her hand back, as if burned by the

warmth.

She

forced a smile, trying to lighten her tone. “It’s not right to make

a guest do the dishes.

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You should sit and rest.”

“Guest?”

Bradley’s brows knitted together instantly, his face darkened,

and the gentle warmth from before vanished completely as he stared at her with sharp eyes.

“Charlotte, am I just a ‘guest‘ to you?”

Charlotte was taken aback by his sudden change in attitude, knowing she had said the wrong thing.

She looked at his tense jawline and clearly displeased expression, sighed to herself, and softened her tone:

“That’s not what I meant… Look, you made dinner, and it was so delicious I’m stuffed. How could I let you do the dishes too?”

She paused, her gaze falling on his hands–with their well- defined knuckles–that once only played sports and games, but

could now perform surgery and cook delicious meals.

Charlotte’s voice grew softer, almost like a sigh: “It’s just… it

pains me. I don’t want you to do any more work.”

The last sentence was light as air, but it was like a feather,

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precisely tickling the most tender spot in Bradley’s heart.

The cold, hard aura around him just melted away.

He silently watched Charlotte as she stood by the table, her

eyelashes lowered, looking a little lost.

He watched for several seconds, then let out a nearly inaudible

sigh and released his hand.

“Mm.”

He gave a low hum of agreement and didn’t insist, turning to

walk to the living room. His back seemed much more relaxed,

but it was still straight.

Charlotte watched his back, her heart filled with mixed

emotions.

She quickly cleared the dishes and carried them into the

kitchen.

The sound of the running faucet covered her somewhat erratic

heartbeat.

Bradley sat on the living room sofa. He didn’t turn on the TV,

just stared intently in the direction of the kitchen.

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The glass door reflected her blurry, busy figure, the warm yellow light outlining her silhouette.

It pains her…

The phrase swirled in his mind, bringing a faint sweetness that

was quickly drowned by a greater bitterness.

Her feelings for him… perhaps there was still some old

affection, the care of an older sister for a younger brother,

maybe even a hint of guilt.

But was there any love in any of it?

Even a little bit?

Charlotte was looking down, rinsing the soap off the rim of a

bowl. Outside the kitchen, Bradley’s phone on the sofa began to

ring unexpectedly.

Bradley frowned and glanced at the screen. It was an unknown

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