The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1850

Because of that.

He had to stick to a strict workout regimen, keeping himself in peak physical shape while doing everything he could to prolong his life.

He refused to leave his Lottie alone in this world when she reached old age.

Just then.

The phone resting on the nightstand buzzed.

Anthony glanced at Charlotte before grabbing his phone and stepping out onto the balcony.

It was a text from Roger, incredibly blunt: [What does Stella like?]

Anthony replied: [Lottie is asleep. If it's important, I'll pass on the message when she wakes up.]

After a moment's thought, he added another line: [What Stella likes, you probably can't give her.]

Roger frowned on the other end: [Elaborate.]

Anthony typed back: [Stella's absolute favorite thing in the world is Lottie.]

The bond between the two women wasn't blood, but it far surpassed standard friendship.

They would literally take a bullet for each other.

Especially Stella—the way she looked at Lottie always felt like she was ready to steal her away from him at any moment.

Roger gripped his phone, deep in thought.

Lottie?

He definitely couldn't gift her that!

Roger: [This is my first time pursuing a girl. As an experienced man, what advice do you have?]

Anthony let out a wicked chuckle when he read the message.

Their situations were wildly different.

Sure, he was the one who pursued her in the end, but Charlotte had fallen for him first.

Anthony: [Stella is different from Lottie; she's been through a lot. If you want to win her over, you have to find a way to break through her walls and get her to accept you on her own terms.]

Roger pondered for a few seconds before replying: [Anything specific I need to watch out for?]

Anthony: [Just a heads-up, girls generally don't like old guys.]

Roger: [...]

He was genuinely curious how Anthony had managed to win Lottie over with such a smart mouth.

Roger abruptly killed the conversation.

The assistant felt it was his duty to offer a subtle reminder.

Roger wasn't just some ordinary doctor. He was a medical examiner.

A forensic pathologist who autopsied corpses.

"I didn't ask you about any of that."

Roger entirely dismissed the assistant's rambling. He pulled open a desk drawer, grabbed a handful of peach-flavored candies, stuffed them into his pocket, and said flatly, "Let's go."

"Yes, sir."

The assistant nodded, grabbing his briefcase and trailing obediently behind.

Catching a glimpse of the candy bulges in Roger's pocket out of the corner of his eye, the assistant scratched his head in confusion.

If he recalled correctly, Roger hated sweets.

Furthermore, the man was violently allergic to peaches.

But somehow, recently, the office and the car had been inexplicably stocked with candy.

Could it be...

Someone had finally managed to melt Roger's icy heart?