Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 153 Taking Possession of Her

Chapter 153 Taking Possession of Her ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Charlotte took the shirt from him, and her mind filled with the suggestive words Nelson had used the other day, like "wearing just a shirt" and "sitting on my lap." Her cheeks immediately flushed with embarrassment.

She entered the bathroom clutching the shirt in her hand. When she came out, she had wrapped herself in two circles in a towel. Nelson's clothes were far too large for her. While it covered her knees, it was too wide for her shoulders to keep the collar in place, causing it to continually slip down.

Nelson had calmed down considerably. The extraordinarily handsome man took a sip of water leisurely and said, "You took my towel. What am I supposed to wear?"

Charlotte responded, "There are plenty more towels in the bathroom."

Nelson said shamelessly, "I'm used to wearing this one."

Charlotte, "..."

She was quite accommodating, "I'll go change into another one then."

Nelson grabbed the belt of her robe and tugged it, causing her to let out a cry, and then the robe fell open.

Nelson stripped her of the robe shamelessly just like that. Charlotte hurriedly grabbed the collar to prevent it from slipping further.

Nelson pulled her closer and snuggled his forehead into hers with his eyes closed, "Little one, go to sleep."

Charlotte replied, "... Alright."

Nelson entered the bathroom.

Charlotte sat on his bed in a daze.

No wonder others said Mr. Clark had a volatile temper. Charlotte just went out with Michael for a short while, and after that, she was not only forcefully kissed in his chair but also carried into Nelson's room...

Charlotte had never been inside Nelson's room before, and she curiously looked around. It was decorated in a very minimalist gray tone, quite different from her own room filled with colorful items. In comparison, Nelson's room could be described as "simple."

The bedsheet was pure black. When Charlotte heard the sound of water from the bathroom stop, she immediately lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped underneath, covering herself tightly. She pretended to be obedient and well-behaved.

Nelson dried his hair and noticed the slight protrusion on the window. At first, he seemed a bit puzzled, but then he didn't pay much attention.

He knew his hyper-alert instincts could lead to him unconsciously slitting the throat of Charlotte sleeping in his bed in the middle of the night.

But...

Let it be.

If Charlotte were to die, perhaps it would be for the best.

Nelson's eyes were as black as the sky in the depths of the mountains, but there was not even a single light in his eyes. There was only... coldness and hostility.

Although Charlotte was very tired today, she remained alert after Nelson went out of the bathroom. However, Nelson didn't come to bed for a very long time, which struck Charlotte as a bit strange. So, she quietly lifted the blanket slightly to peek outside and saw the man sitting on the tatami mat by the floor-to-ceiling window, pouring a drink.

Under the soft, gentle light, Nelson's long, pale fingers didn't seem to warm up. Even his knuckles emitted an icy coldness.

As Charlotte watched, she let out a small yawn and eventually drifted off to sleep.

Nelson heard her gentle breathing and lifted the blanket to take a look. The young girl had curled herself into a small bundle, exuding a profound sense of insecurity. Yet, she slept soundly, as if... switching rooms or beds made no difference to her at all.

Nelson's fingers traced the contour of Charlotte's face, winding their way down, ultimately coming to rest on the red mole on her fair neck.

He bent down, gently kissed the mole, and then pulled Charlotte into his embrace.

He had a sense of fulfillment that he had never experienced before.

...

The next morning, when Charlotte woke up, she was still groggy, and for a moment, she mistakenly thought she was in her own room. She wandered into the bathroom in a dreamlike state, only to realize what had happened halfway through brushing her teeth. She quickly looked down, and her entire being was struck by a thunderbolt-she had used Nelson's toothbrush!

Charlotte's face immediately flushed, and her brain froze. She held the toothbrush, unsure whether to throw it or not.

Nelson, who knows when, had already leaned against the bathroom door, and he remarked, "Little one, I didn't realize you liked me so much that you'd secretly use my toothbrush."

"..." Charlotte stuttered, "I... I'm not... I was half-asleep..." She quickly put down the incriminating evidence in her hand and stepped back, saying, "I'll buy you a new toothbrush to make it up to you!"

Nelson raised an eyebrow slightly, "Are you implying that I should give you an allowance? Sorry for forgetting about that." He added casually, "Later, I'll have Waylon give you my spare card."

Charlotte protested, "That's not what I meant..."

"Let's talk about you using my toothbrush," Nelson inched closer, leaned down with a soft chuckle, and pinched her cheek. "If you want me to kiss you, just tell me directly."

Charlotte: "..." Oh no, Mr. Clark misunderstood that she wanted an indirect kiss.

But maybe, just maybe, a single kiss could help smooth this over...

Charlotte thought for a moment, then gathered her courage, tiptoed, lightly brushed her lips against his, nervously muttered "a good morning kiss" and then escaped quickly.

Nelson hesitated for a moment, licked his lips, and then let out a soft laugh.

Nelson had already pressed a knife against Charlotte's throat in the dead of night while Charlotte was still sleeping sound and her fair and innocent cheeks made her look extremely pure and innocent.

Even in his oblivious state, Nelson didn't bear to do that. In the end, he pulled Charlotte even closer into his arms.

The world was too cold, and she was the only source of warmth.

...

Charlotte spent five minutes mentally preparing herself before heading downstairs.

Sure enough, Nelson was already seated at the dining table without Cora and Paisley around. She approached hesitantly and murmured, "I'm really sorry about what just happened. I'll buy you a new toothbrush..."

Nelson lazily replied, "We have plenty of those at home."

He suddenly stood up, and Charlotte instinctively stepped back but was easily picked up by Nelson to be at the dining table.

With one hand supporting the table, Nelson looked into her eyes, but Charlotte didn't dare to meet his gaze. She averted her eyes and nervously asked, "What... What are you doing? What if Cora and Paisley see us..."

Nelson grabbed her hand and softly whispered in her ear, "They're in the garden."

The distance between them was so close that their breaths could be heard. Charlotte's eyelashes quivered, and she moved backward uneasily. "I... I'm going to be late for school..."

Nelson, like a predator that eats gracefully, said nonchalantly, "No rush! It'll only take you ten minutes."

Charlotte, "??"

Suddenly, Nelson lowered his head and pressed a deep kiss onto the red mole on her neck. Charlotte tilted her head back and let out a whimper with her hands clutching the tablecloth tightly.

The soft morning light streamed through the window, casting a gentle glow. The girl's fair cheeks were flawless, and in the sunlight, Nelson could even make out the fine, soft hairs on her face.

And in this intoxicating springtime glow, the man took possession of his woman with a long, deep kiss.