Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 495.2: I Belong To You (2)

Of course, Roel was going to do everything he could to save her, but he still didn’t want to do or say anything that might upset her. Thus, after a momentary pause, he directed the conversation elsewhere.

“You don’t need more people to like you. Am I not enough?”

“Darling…”

Roel wrapped his arms around Charlotte and embraced her. It was rare for him to utter such domineering words, and it made Charlotte blush a little.

“Is it jealousy I’m detecting here?”

“You could say so. I want your mind to be filled with nothing but me.”

“You dumbo… it already is,” Charlotte murmured in response.

“!”

A jolt ran through Roel’s body, and he widened his eyes. The unexpected counterattack left him feeling embarrassed instead. He turned his head over to look at Charlotte, and he suddenly felt an inexplicable itch in his heart.

The sweet scent of romance gradually deepened. The two of them looked at each other without saying a word, their hearts beating rapidly.

“Darling, I…”

“Hm?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Charlotte hesitantly cut off her words halfway through, and she turned her head away. Roel was intrigued by her actions, but he decided not to probe on.

They spent a while in embrace before slowly releasing each other. They resumed their leisurely stroll down the rose-colored path afterward, but it was not that easy to calm their furiously beating hearts anymore.

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For the rest of the day, Roel and Charlotte feasted their eyes on many sceneries they had missed out on their previous trip here. It was both sweet and heartwarming.

Charlotte did run out of energy halfway through the trip, but it was easily resolved through Roel’s princess carry.

She would have usually protested against such intimate gestures in public, but many things had changed over the past month. She had grown accustomed to this level of intimacy between them, refusing to come down even as she recovered from her fatigue.

Roel had also gotten used to dealing with Charlotte’s willfulness. He lowered his head and gently demanded a kiss in compensation before resuming their

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