The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2067

"..."

Watching the little princess sleeping soundly with her tiny fists clenched and her little mouth twitching, Anthony pressed his fingers against his brow. A helpless, endlessly fond smile tugged at his lips.

She was so little, yet she already understood the hierarchy of the house. She knew exactly who she couldn't afford to cross.

Heh.

Prenatal education really worked wonders.

"Take them to their room."

After giving the order to the maids, Anthony took his wife's hand, pulled her into his embrace, and asked softly, "Tired?"

"A bit."

Charlotte leaned comfortably into Anthony's hold as they walked back to the master bedroom.

No sooner had she laid down than the man's shadow suddenly loomed over her.

"..."

The young woman furrowed her brows. Just as she was about to snap, *I'm already exhausted, and you still want to torment me? Have you no humanity?*—

The man's hands landed on her legs, massaging her muscles with the perfect amount of pressure.

Charlotte froze, staring at him in utter bewilderment.

She blinked up at him, her eyes glassy and wet, though whether from exhaustion or disappointment, it was hard to tell.

"What are you thinking about?"

Anthony leaned down slightly, nuzzling his nose affectionately against hers. His warm breath mixed with a soft chuckle, brushing against her skin and making it tingle. "Don't you have to get up early tomorrow? It's three in the morning. If we start now, you won't get any sleep at all."

"..."

Hearing the incredibly suggestive undertone in the man's voice, and meeting those dark eyes that felt as deep as the ocean, Charlotte couldn't help but feel a sudden wave of guilt.

It had been at least ten months since they had been intimate.

She wouldn't just miss out on sleep; she'd probably die from sheer exhaustion.

"...I'm sleepy."

Charlotte rolled over, buried herself deep under the covers, and covered her face, her voice muffled. "Go to sleep."

"..."

Anthony let out a helpless, low chuckle. He switched off the bedside lamp and lay down on the other side of the bed.

Less than five minutes later.

His restless little wife obediently rolled right back into his arms, pressing her face close to his ear to whisper, "You're such a good man, Anthony. May the Lord have mercy on my soul."

"..."

Anthony's brows knit together. He pinched her waist, forcing himself to stay calm as he warned, "Are you entirely sure you want to provoke me?"

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