The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 389

Anthony returned to the bedroom and sat by the bed. He rolled up his sleeves with a kind of quiet grace, carefully disinfected his hands, then picked up the ointment.

“This might hurt a bit. Try to bear it,” he said.

“Okay,” Charlotte replied, her voice muffled as she buried her face in the pillow. She didn’t flinch or pull away.

He’d expected her to wince or cry out, given how delicate her skin looked, but Charlotte stayed completely silent, not making a sound from start to finish.

When he was done treating her wound, Anthony set the ointment on the nightstand. He didn’t pull away. Instead, his gaze lingered, and he leaned in closer. Charlotte felt warmth radiate over her lower back. Before she could react, Anthony’s lips brushed gently over her injured shoulder blade, soft and warm. The touch wasn’t passionate—it was almost an apology, a quiet way to comfort her.

Seeing the seriousness and regret in his eyes, Charlotte let a small, secretive smile curve her lips. She wondered what he would do if he ever found out that she was the one who had wiped out his N Organization from Apex.

Charlotte grabbed the blanket, rolled over, and faced Anthony, who still looked shaken. She sighed. “It didn’t really hurt.”

Anthony just looked at her, his breath heavy and uneven. The pain in his eyes was real, as was his guilt.

“If something really happened to me today…” Charlotte trailed her fingers along his handsome jaw, her eyes playful and calm. “Anthony, what would you do?”

“There is no ‘if,’” Anthony said, his voice rough, his chest tight. He felt like his heart was being squeezed, all his usual calm slipping away in front of her. “This will never happen again.”

He would protect her. He meant it.

“Alright.” Charlotte’s lips curled into a light smile. Her fingers lingered on his cheek, stroking him gently. “I believe you.”

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