The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1906

The students' mouths twitched, their morale plummeting even further.

This wasn't encouragement; it was throwing gasoline on a fire.

Two hours later.

Charlotte stood up and asked the students to pass their exams forward.

Well...

The pages were full of writing, but the answers were completely off the mark.

"Charlotte, have mercy!"

"Charlotte, save us!"

Charlotte just smiled without a word. She rolled up the exams, grabbed her bag, and walked out.

It wasn't long before a voice called out from behind her.

"Charlotte."

She paused and turned to see Beasley, a student from her traditional medicine class, jogging up to her. His face was flushed. "You have so much to carry. Let me help you with that?"

Charlotte narrowed her eyes slightly against the sunlight, looking at the handsome, energetic young man. Her gaze drifted to a spot in the distance, and her lips curled upward. "No need. My husband is here to pick me up."

Husband?

Hearing this, Beasley followed her line of sight.

Standing tall and impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, Anthony radiated an intimidating, dominant aura. His dark, piercing eyes were locked dead on them.

The news of Charlotte's marriage had spread like wildfire.

Everyone knew she had married someone extraordinary.

But seeing him in person... he was far more striking and regal than anyone had imagined.

Sure enough...

The man worthy of Charlotte was in a league of his own.

"Class dismissed?" Seeing the two talking, Anthony closed the distance with long strides. He stopped beside Charlotte, his arm naturally wrapping around her waist.

He took the bag and the rolled-up exams from her hands first, then let his cool, detached gaze slowly land on Beasley.

"Your student?"

"Yeah," Charlotte nodded. "Beasley."

Pressed against him, Charlotte caught his smug expression and blinked.

Ever since they got married, she hadn't quite gotten used to changing how she addressed him.

"I'm tired."

Charlotte pushed lightly against his chest, trying to squirm out of his hold and dodge the question.

"Hold on."

Anthony pulled her right back into his arms, letting his nose brush affectionately against hers. His voice was laced with seductive tension. "Say it again before we go."

"Fine."

Helpless against him, Charlotte stood on her tiptoes. She leaned in close to his ear, her soft lips parting as she spoke in a slow, deliberate drawl. "I called you..."

His deep gaze locked onto hers, the intensity in his eyes enough to drown her.

"Called me what?"

"Husband..." She planted a quick kiss on his cheek. Seeing the satisfied grin break across his face, she added, "Now let's go."

Before he could react, she pushed him away and strutted ahead.