“Okay.”
Anthony tilted his head and gently brushed his nose against Charlotte’s, his voice low and wrapped in a kind of affection that made her heart flutter.
“What?”
Charlotte blinked, her long lashes sweeping across Anthony’s cheek. Her eyes shone with curiosity and a hint of confusion.
Anthony leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. His voice was a quiet temptation. “I want you to sleep with me for the rest of our lives… only you.”
Charlotte’s eyes brightened, a playful smile tugging at her lips. She was about to say something when, out of nowhere, the partition in the sports car slid up, separating them from the driver.
Charlotte stared, speechless. She definitely wasn’t into that kind of thing.
From the front seat, Hans thought to himself, I’m a professional bodyguard. I know when to give them privacy.
…
The night before registration, Charlotte sat cross-legged on the couch in plain pajamas, watching Anthony carefully pack her suitcase. She looked amused, like she was watching a show.
Since there were so many people joining the training this year, the school had moved the location to a camp thirty kilometers outside the city. They’d be locked in for a week.
“I checked the weather. It’s going to be crazy hot all week,” Helen said from the side, looking worried but unable to help. “Charlotte, seriously, take care of yourself. Don’t get heatstroke.”
She glanced at Charlotte’s delicate skin. A dusty training camp seemed like the last place she belonged. How could Anthony even let her go?
“I’ll be fine,” Charlotte replied with a calm smile, her eyes glued to her phone.
A new message flashed from Andrew.
Didn’t physical training used to just mean standing around on the school track? What happened this year?
Parrish chimed in: Rumor has it all the instructors are from special forces. The Cabinda University went all out and spent a fortune to get them.

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