The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 388

The water kept running in the bathroom, filling the air with steam. White foam spread across the tiles, and bottles of every color lay scattered everywhere.

Charlotte lounged in the bathtub, water rising just to her collarbone. Her long, pale legs stretched out onto the floor as she braced herself on the edge of the tub, cheeks flushed pink.

The door swung open. Anthony walked in and stopped dead, caught off guard by the sight and the hazy mist swirling around him. His breath hitched, and his dark eyes suddenly looked even deeper.

She hadn’t expected him to barge in. Color rushed in and out of her face as she bit her lip, trying to play it cool. “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me?”

When she shifted, Anthony finally noticed the bruises on her skin. A huge, deep purple mark darkened her waist, almost shocking under the bright bathroom light.

His whole expression chilled. He grabbed a clean bathrobe from the rack and bent down, scooping Charlotte out of the tub. Water dripped down, splashing onto the floor, but all he could think about was the ache that ripple sent through his chest.

The injury looked bad.

Anthony’s brow furrowed as he carried her into the bedroom and gently set her on the bed. His face was tense, silent, as he started to work her robe open.

Charlotte tensed up, grabbing at the collar. Her lashes were wet and trembling, and her wide eyes looked heartbreakingly vulnerable.

Anthony didn’t pause, pulling the fabric back with a firm tug.

“You…”

Her protest didn’t get far. Before she could fight back, the robe slipped away. Anthony yanked the bedding over her, careful to leave her injured waist uncovered.

“Did this happen when you jumped out of the car?” he asked, sitting at the edge of the bed. His gaze stayed glued to the bruise, and his breaths came heavy. Charlotte’s skin was so fair that even the smallest mark stood out. If she hadn’t slipped and he hadn’t walked in, she probably would’ve hidden it from him.

Charlotte looked up, caught in his furious, guilty stare, and gave a tiny nod. “Yeah.”

“Lie down and stay still.”

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