Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 489.1: Under the Red Leaves (1)

The roadside scenery was already showing a touch of autumn even though the weather had yet to turn chilly. Charlotte stared at the yellowing leaves outside the window and sighed.

Charlotte knew that this journey would be immortalized in her mind as one of her fondest memories, but not everything had been smooth-sailing. There was one thing in particular that she dearly regretted—rushing the road for the initial part of the journey.

Due to her poor physical condition, her convoy had traveled without rest in hopes of reaching Rosa as soon as possible. It did allow her to significantly reduce the journey time, but on the flipside, no matter how slowly they traveled after Roel caught up with her, they were only able to lengthen the journey to half a month’s time.

It was no wonder why people said that happy moments passed too quickly.

To Charlotte, it felt like someone had cruelly accelerated each day that she spent with Roel. Even her monotonous work could hardly slow down time at all.

There was a profound feeling of loss in her heart when she saw that their journey was already approaching its end.

Is she feeling down because she doesn’t want our journey to end that quickly?

Noticing how Charlotte kept glancing at the itinerary they had received from a maid earlier this morning with an unhappy look on her face, Roel was able to fathom a guess as to what was going through her mind. He thought about the half a month that they had spent together.

While he had been taking care of Charlotte, he had felt extremely comfortable during this period of time, though what he relished in was the peaceful atmosphere.

Roel’s life could possibly be the farthest thing in the world from peace. Treacherous enemies were keeping a close eye on him from the shadows, waiting for him to expose an opening for them to capitalize on. That was not the kind of stress an ordinary person could shoulder. One could almost say that Roel had already become accustomed to stress.

It took a great deal of mental fortitude to deal with unknown enemies that he knew next

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