Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 146 Mr. Clark Is So Mischievous

Chapter 146 Mr. Clark Is So Mischievous

Back when Mr. Clark risked his life in the line of duty, he could easily win the kickboxing fight when he got shot. He was the type of person who would never show any signs of fear even with a gun pressed against his temple. But when it came to dealing with a small wound like this, he was utterly clueless.

He looked at the wound for seconds and used a cotton swab to disinfect the wound. His long, slender fingers looked elegant, while his movements were somewhat clumsy. His stern face softened and looked somewhat unusually tender. The breeze carried a faint floral scent mixed with the fragrance of tobacco, which was intoxicating.

Nelson gently wrapped her little finger with a band-aid and looked at her, saying, "Be more careful from now on."

Charlotte nodded, while her eyes drifted towards the plate of untouched butter crab in front of her.

Nelson was speechless.

He moved Charlotte's plate in front of himself, skillfully cut the crab legs, removed the shell, and scooped out a spoonful of crab mustard. He brought the spoon to Charlotte's lips and joked, "Sweetie, open your mouth."

Charlotte blushed and tugged at her clothes, saying, "I can eat it by myself."

Nelson replied seriously, "You're injured. I don't think you can pick up the spoon."

Charlotte was speechless. She just got a scratch from pulling off the crab leg. She didn't break her arm!

But no matter what, Mr. Clark said he didn't think she could do it. If she insisted, it would surely lead to an unfavorable outcome. So, Charlotte, being sensible, bit her lip, closed her eyes, and reluctantly opened her mouth to eat the crab mustard he fed her.

Nelson rested his chin on one hand and somehow looked sexy as his handsome face basked in the ambiguous glow of the lights. He teased her with a smile, "Are you shy now because of this?"

Charlotte's ears turned red as she stammered, "I'm just... embarrassed."

Nelson leaned closer and said to her in a husky voice, "Then if I asked you to sit on my lap and wear nothing but my shirt while feeding you and kissing you at the same time...would you run away and hide?" This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Charlotte tried but found it hard to imagine what that felt like. She let out a pitiful whimper.

If he ever did that, she would definitely run away and escape! How could Mr. Clark be so mischievous?

Nelson pinched her cheek and said, "Don't worry. I won't do that to you now."

Charlotte was relieved. He fed her another spoon of crab meat and said, "Open your mouth."

Charlotte didn't make any response.

Fine, she should allow him to have his little sexual hobbies.

After the meal, Charlotte was stuffed and burped when they left The Aftertaste. The night breeze in April was a bit chilly. Charlotte squinted and looked at the distant lights. Nelson stood not far ahead and wore a smoke-blue shirt that almost blended into the night. His figure was tall and slim, giving off a sense of loneliness.

Nelson stood by the car, turned to Charlotte, and said, "I'm going to have a smoke. You can get in the car first."

Charlotte nodded and opened the car door. When she turned back, she saw Nelson taking out a cigarette case from his pocket. It was a black wooden box, and he picked up a cigarette with his long fingers from it and held it between his fingers. With a click, the dim blue flame flickering in the dark looked incredibly beautiful. Nelson slightly lowered his head and lit the cigarette with the lighter. His profile looked charming under the glow of the flame.

Charlotte sat in the car.

Waylon asked, "Mr. Clark, what's the matter?"

Nelson stared at the rising smoke and asked in a hoarse voice, "What did you do with those people?"

"You mean Colin?" Waylon touched his nose and replied, "As you ordered, I beat him up and kicked him out of Seyso." He paused and said admiringly, "You are truly merciful."

Nelson chuckled, "Merciful? Anyone who dares to touch my girl will pay the price. Spread the word that I didn't like him, and there will be people willing to teach him a lesson."

Waylon said, "I understood..." Well, mercy was just an illusion.

Waylon thought about it and asked again, "Mr. Clark, shall I tell Ms. Lopez that you have people following her?"

"No need." Nelson put out the cigarette butt and threw it into a distant trash bin. He replied with a distant expression, "She would be frightened."

...

Cecilia's worries were not entirely groundless. By the next day, Charlotte's candid photos had gone viral on the campus network.

When Charlotte saw them, several posts had already been pinned at the top and attracted an astonishing amount of attention.

She scrolled through these posts and noticed that at first, people were skeptical. However, soon someone posted a bunch of blurry photos in which others could still see her pretty features online.

After a night of heated discussion, the tone of the posts shifted from doubt to praise.

[Give the original poster three seconds; I need all the information on this pretty girl!]

[Ignore the upper post! This fair lady is meant for me and me alone.]

[What kind of heavenly beauty is this? Even in candid shots that are badly taken, she still looks so amazing!]

[Why I am kneeling on the floor? It's because I'm proposing to my goddess!]

[Little fairy, I love you so much. How could you be so adorable?]

Of course, there were also some sarcastic comments.

[Why would she hide her beauty if she looks like this? Are the posts made by her paid posters?]

[If I looked like that, I'd definitely debut in the central role. Why doesn't she show how beautiful she is?]

Charlotte didn't mind those comments. She was just puzzled by the sudden increase in followers on her social media account.

Her campus website account had been registered not long ago, and the ID was a jumble of random characters. She had no idea how these people managed to find her account.

Charlotte put down her phone, and after she replied to Cecilia and others' messages, she continued to help Paisley trim the flower branches. She glanced at an empty land not far away and asked Paisley, "What was planted there before?"

Paisley took a look and said with a smile, "Oh, that place. Jasmines were planted there before, but they attracted too many bugs. Mr. Colton had them removed, and Mr. Clark hasn't decided what to plant there yet."

Charlotte asked, "Can I plant some medicinal herbs there?"

Paisley replied, "Why not? This courtyard is yours now; you can do whatever you like."

Charlotte was confused.

Looking at her puzzled expression, Paisley explained, "Don't you know? Mr. Clark has already transferred ownership of this villa to you."

Charlotte couldn't believe her ears.

She was so shocked that she dropped the scissors and they nearly hit her foot. It scared Paisley, who quickly asked if she was okay.

Charlotte stared blankly at Paisley and asked, "Are you saying that... Mr. Clark gave this villa to me?"

"Yes." Paisley nodded and picked up the scissors. She added, "Didn't Mr. Clark tell you?"