The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1815

The apartment was tiny, and the kitchen felt even smaller. Anthony, standing tall at almost six foot three, looked like someone who belonged in a fancy magazine—way too polished for this cramped space. Yet there he was, hunched over, moving seamlessly as he cooked. It looked almost surreal.

“When did he show up?” Charlotte kept her voice down, glancing over at Stella.

“Six,” Stella replied, stretching her neck to sneak a look into the kitchen. She whispered, “Anthony said not to wake you. He’s been waiting this whole time.”

“I wanted to help, but…” Stella hesitated, leaning closer so only Charlotte could hear. “He’s so scary when he gets focused. I didn’t dare walk in.”

“With me on your side, what are you afraid of?” Charlotte grinned, lowering her gaze as she playfully pinched Stella’s soft cheek.

Stella shook her head. Anthony was only ever gentle to Charlotte. When it came to everyone else… he was a whole different person.

After their quick exchange, Stella slipped away, leaving the kitchen to the two of them.

“Sit down. Breakfast is almost ready.” Anthony’s voice was gentle. He hadn’t answered before, but he’d clearly heard them whispering. “Vegetarian dumplings,” he added, glancing over.

Stella had told him she felt sick at the thought of meat the night before.

“Oh.” Charlotte kept her tone light, settling into a chair at the table. She picked up a glass of lemon water, taking a small sip.

A few quiet minutes passed. Then Anthony turned off the stove and brought over a steaming plate of dumplings, taking the seat next to hers.

“I learned how to make these from Helen,” he said, picking up a dumpling and blowing on it to cool it down. He held it out for Charlotte, eyes fixed on her face. His expression was soft, his voice carrying a hint of guilt. “Try it. See if you like it.”

Charlotte set her glass down and looked at him, noticing the dark smudges under his eyes.

He stayed up late to learn this, just for her?

She took a bite. It wasn’t quite like what the chef at home made, but honestly, it was pretty good.

“I spoke with Isle of Veil last night. The antidote is ready,” he told her, shifting a little closer, his voice softer now. “Lottie, I’m sorry.”

Those were her babies. He could never be the one to let them go.

Charlotte set down her chopsticks and held his gaze, a teasing smile flickering at her lips. “Give me your hand.”

“What?” He hesitated for a second, then complied.

Charlotte bent down and bit the back of his hand. She didn’t bite hard, but when she pulled away, her teeth had left a clear mark.

“If you ever try something like that again, it won’t just be a bite,” she warned.

She stood up, ready to walk away, but Anthony caught her wrist and held on.