Chapter 415

She honestly couldn’t wrap her head around it. Did Charlotte really have some kind of magical charm?
In the car, Anthony sat on the right. Charlotte was in the middle. Emily was on the
far left, both hands hooked around Charlotte’s arm, grinning like she’d just won the lottery.
“Charlotte, can I come hang out with you from now on?”
“Sure,” Charlotte said, not bothering to shake Emily off. She let her cling like an octopus.
“Then I’m adding you on social media,” Emily said, already digging out her phone.
“Alright.”
“Hurry and accept!” Emily said, bouncing in her seat. Charlotte’s arm was still trapped, so Emily leaned in, saying, “Here, let me do it for you.”
Emily’s bubbly chatter filled the whole car.
Anthony turned his head, his eyes dark as night, glancing from Charlotte to Emily’s hands. His gaze went ice cold. “Hands off. Sit properly.”
“Anthony
“Be quiet.”
“But I
He didn’t let her finish. Anthony reached forward, put his hand on Charlotte’s waist, and pulled her close until she was pressed firmly at his side. His eyes warned, “Say one more word and you’re out of the car.”
Emily slapped her hand over her mouth and looked at Charlotte, blinking desperately for help.
“Don’t be so mean,” Charlotte said, tapping Anthony’s arm. She pulled her hand free, rummaged in her bag for a pen, and smiled at Emily. “Give me your stuff.”
“Okay!” Emily immediately handed over a pile from her bag. It was all of Charlotte’s voice work from over the years-movies, TV, radio dramas. There weren’t many, but every one was a classic.
“Charlotte, can you sign right here?”
“Of course.”
The two of them chatted away, huddled together, completely forgetting Anthony was even there.
Anthony sat there, totally ignored, his face growing darker by the second. He barely managed to hold it together until they reached their building.
Emily hopped out, hugging her autographed albums like they were treasure, her smile brighter than ever. “Bye, Anthony,” she said with very solemn wave. Then she turned to Charlotte her gringoing fut wattage. “Charlotte, are you free
tomorrow? Let’s get dinner!”
Charlotte smiled, about to say yes, but Anthony’s cold voice cut her off. “She’s not.”
The window rolled up, ending the conversation right there.
“Drive.”
Anthony pulled Charlotte back into his arms, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder. His face was tense, voice rough. “Forty minutes and fifteen seconds.”
Charlotte blinked at him, confused.
“You ignored me for forty minutes and fifteen seconds.” Anthony’s lips brushed her ear, his voice soft and low Lotties how are you going to make it up to me?” fo
That wounded look, the wounded voice, the wounded man…
“Oh,” Charlotte said, looking right at him. She blinked, and replied with complete seriousness, “How about you do three fewer practice tests tonight?”
Anthony’s face somehow got even darker.
Early the next morning, Charlotte was still half asleep when a shrill phone call rang out beside her.
“Grandma Anthony said, leaning over to comfort Charlotte through the blanket, his voice tow and tinged with a helpless sort of laugh, “It’s still early Charlotte went to bed late last night. She’s not awake yet.
Went to bed late?
Patricia blushed on the other end of the line. She understood right away.