Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 69 He's So Ferocious

Chapter 69 He's So Ferocious

Charlotte looked confused. She didn't know why the topic was suddenly shifted to if she was Waylon's cup of tea. She looked at Nelson in confusion.

Nelson still looked expressionless. His fingers were slender and his palm was so large that he could wrap Charlotte's soft hand in his palm effortlessly, leaving no gap. It was a very possessive gesture.

Waylon wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and coughed. He said, "Mr. Clark, Ms. Lopez is very cute and there's no doubt that everyone likes her. however, she's really not my cup of tea..."

Nelson suddenly smiled kindly and said, "My bad. I paid too little attention to your private life. How about this? I'll send you some blond beauties later."

Waylon remarked in his heart, "Even if you don't send me some beauties, I won't have the guts to be your love rival." Therefore, he agreed immediately.

Nelson then turned to Charlotte and asked, "How's it going?"

Charlotte misunderstood that he was asking about Elizabeth's condition. She replied, "She's gotten better. But Madame Clark is in her nineties after all and is very weak, so it's likely that the illness will reoccur."

hearing her soft, sweet voice, Nelson slightly raised his brows and said, "I'm asking about you."

Charlotte replied, "I'm fine.

Nelson was rendered speechless.

Waylon explained, "Ms. Lopez, Mr. Clark is asking if someone has bullied you."

"Nope," Charlotte hurriedly replied. "Madame Clark didn't go hard on me."

Nelson replied, "Okay. Let's go back."

Then they went back to the Malus Garden. When Charlotte was rummaging for clothes and prepared to take a shower, Nelson said lazily, "Wear the red set."

Charlotte was lost for words. She pinched her cheeks to calm down and complained inwardly, "You can't see it even if I wear it. Why do you have to always tell me which color to wear?'

Nelson landed his gaze on the computer while saying to Charlotte. His voice sounded low and mellow, like the elegant and melodious sounds of violoncello in the music hall. However, what he said was very flirtatious, "I will check on it later. If you don't wear that..." His voice sounded smiling as he teased, "I will wear that for you."

Charlotte was startled and her face turned pale. After struggling inside, she took the red set of underwear in humiliation.

When she got out of the bathroom, she found Nelson had closed the computer and was looking at her leisurely in the chair. His handsome face could easily catch other's attention and his eyes were still sharp. However, under the warm light, the sharpness was weakened and turned into seduction.

Charlotte bit her bottom lip.

Nelson asked, "Did you obey my order?"

Charlotte hurriedly pulled down the collar of her pajamas a bit, exposing the red strings hanging on her fair shoulders. She replied in a panic, "I... I wore that."

Her skin looked extremely ivory and probably because of the steams of the shower she had just taken, her skin looked slightly pink. She looked like the most beautiful pink pearl in the abysmal sea.

The two stings were slender and long and were hanging on her tender skin, making her look attractive.

"Good girl." Nelson chuckled and continued with a hint of regret in his voice, "Why are you so obedient? Huh?"

Charlotte was lost for words.

She immediately pulled up her collar and twitched her mouth. She thought to herself, "I won't give you the chance to wear clothes for me. That's too embarrassing!"

Nelson said lazily, "Come over and help me unbutton my shirt."

Charlotte widened her eyes.

Nelson explained, "It has many buttons. It's troublesome."

Charlotte then remembered that she was his child bride and it was within her duty. Although she felt a bit embarrassed, she still came forward obediently and reached out toward the collar of his black shirt.

The buttons of this black shirt were all made of top-class obsidians. Legend had it that obsidian was from hell and was the symbol of Sedan. They looked cold under the light.

Charlotte unbuttoned his shirt with a serious expression and Nelson was looking down at her blandly. This little girl looked beautiful and her skin was so tender that he couldn't even see a pore. Her eyelashes were so long that he wondered if he could put three or four matchsticks on each of them.

From this angle, he could see her high bridge and red lips.

Nelson began to think about something dirty. When he was about to ask her to raise her head, Charlotte heaved a soft sigh of relief and said, "It's done."

Only then did Nelson find that she had unclasped all the buttons of his shirt.

He thought to himself, "Shit. What's wrong with this designer? Why can't she add more buttons?"

He looked gloomy, which startled Charlotte. She looked the same as a frightened hamster at this moment.

Nelson took a glance at her, removed his shirt, casually tossed it on his bed, and got into the bathroom.

Looking at this thin yet muscular back, Charlotte blushed again.

Hearing the sounds of flowing water from the bathroom, Charlotte pondered for a while and then put Nelson's shirt into the laundry basket. But Nelson suddenly called in a sour voice, "Kid."

Charlotte didn't reply.

...

Two minutes later, Charlotte, who had a red face, moved to the wardrobe and pulled open the doors of the wardrobe exclusive to Nelson.

Nelson urged her with gloominess in his voice, "Hurry up."

"He was the one who forgot to take his boxer, but why was he so ferocious?" Charlotte mumbled to herself. With her eyes closed, she withdrew a drawer and randomly got a boxer. The touch of the fabric made her heartbeat quicken. Clenching her teeth, she mustered up her courage, rushed to the bathroom, and knocked on the door.

When Nelson opened the door, she found Charlotte had her eyes tightly closed with a black boxer hanging on her ivory, tender fingers.

He looked at her teasingly and asked, "Are you shy?"

Charlotte urged him, "Hurry up."

Nelson took the boxer from her and stated slowly as usual, "Why do you shy because of a used boxer? You should feel shy if it's the one I've worn." NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Charlotte was lost for words.

She felt her face so red.

With a whimper, she bounced into the bed and buried herself in the quilt, wishing so much to hide here for the rest of her life so that she wouldn't have to meet other people.

Boohoo... Why was he so evil?! This hooligan!

When Nelson walked out of the bathroom with his body wrapped in a towel, he spotted a bulge on the bed and couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

He dried his hair with a towel and then walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. When he looked down, he saw her exposed ankles and fair feet.

Nelson measured them with great interest. Her feet were so small that he could wrap them in one palm. They looked ivory and tender, and the nails of her toes looked very round and beautiful, just like the shining shells in the deep sea.

Charlotte was startled when she felt Nelson's breath. She had actually jumped into his bed in a fit of embarrassment. Beyond her shock, however, three seconds later, her whole body stiffened.

Nelson had caught her ankle!