Anthony’s warmth seeped through her bangs, sending little sparks of electricity all over her body.
Charlotte’s eyes trembled just a bit. She bit her lip and spoke slowly, making sure he caught every word.
“I’m not a kid.”
Anthony’s eyebrow lifted. He looked at her, a little surprised.
“Oh?”
Their eyes met. For a second, it felt like the whole world just... paused. The air in the car got heavy, awkward in a way that made Charlotte’s cheeks burn. She suddenly felt too hot and a little annoyed with herself. Her voice turned cool, her words precise.
“I’m an adult.”
She really wished he’d stop calling her “little one” or “kid.”
Anthony looked away, but she caught the smile tugging at his lips.
“So... you’re an adult, but still my little one?”
Charlotte could feel her face heating up, then going pale. Back and forth, like she couldn’t decide how to feel.
The car stopped at a red light. Anthony glanced over and caught her blushing. His lips curled in amusement.
“Why are you so red?”
“It’s hot,” Charlotte muttered, turning away to stare out the window. Her breath felt uneven, like she’d just run up a flight of stairs.
The AC hummed on, cool air swirling around them.
Watching her tiny figure turned away, lips pressed tight, Anthony just smiled and let it go.
Fifteen minutes later, the Bugatti pulled up at the gated entrance of her neighborhood.
Anthony got out, walked around, and opened her door. Charlotte stepped out, looked up at him and said quietly,
“If Patricia keeps taking her medicine, she’ll get better soon.”
She turned to leave.
“Wait.”
Charlotte stopped. She turned back, tilting her small face up to him, waiting.
“I’ve got something for you,” Anthony said, his voice low.
Something for her?
She hesitated, then held out her palm.

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