The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1811

“Thirsty?”

Anthony hesitated for a while before sliding a little closer to Charlotte. His voice was careful, almost afraid to break the silence between them.

Charlotte didn’t say anything.

“Milk tea?”

She didn’t react. After another pause, Anthony swallowed and tried again, this time with a softer tone. “Or maybe some ice cream?”

Honestly, he was ready to get her anything if it would help, just for today.

That finally got a slight response. Charlotte pressed her lips together, then slowly looked up at him.

“I’ll go get it for you.”

Seeing her react at last, Anthony reached out and gently messed up her hair, forcing a small, reassuring smile onto his face. “Wait for me,” he murmured.

He climbed out of the car and headed toward the milk tea shop at the side of the road.

It was right at the after-school rush. Students crowded around the entrance, all waiting for their drinks and treats. Anthony’s tall frame stood out instantly in the tide of people.

Charlotte sat in the car, watching him through the window, her eyes distant and shadowed with emotions she didn’t know how to name.

Soon, Anthony came jogging back, paper bags and drinks in hand. He had gone overboard—milk tea, ice cream, even a slice of cake. He opened the door, settled next to her, and carefully inserted a straw into the drink before holding it out.

“Here, careful.”

Charlotte still didn’t speak. She just leaned in, took a slow sip, and stared at Anthony with those huge, searching eyes.

“Drive,” she finally said, her voice barely a whisper.

Anthony dropped his gaze. He couldn’t meet her eyes right then. Instead, he looked at her stomach, and his expression tightened even more.

The drive to the hospital was quiet. When they arrived, they found a spot in the underground lot and took the elevator up to the doctor’s office.

“Okay.” Anthony quickly agreed. She was finally cooperating—he didn’t have the heart to argue.

A staff member guided them to the sixth floor.

“Anthony, would you mind waiting out here please?” The nurse kept her gaze fixed on the floor, careful and deferential.

The exam rooms were busy, and the OB/GYN section was packed with women.

“Alright.”

Anthony gave Charlotte a long, searching look, then brushed her cheek with his hand. “Be good,” he said softly.

Charlotte pushed his hand away and followed the nurse inside.

The ultrasound didn’t take long. When Charlotte walked out with the results, she stared at the black-and-white image of two small shapes side by side—her eyebrows pulled tight with worry.

“Charlotte, according to your scan, your twins are developing perfectly,” the doctor said, his smile cautious, gentle even. “Congratulations.”