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Chapter 1772
After work, Emily hailed a cab to the Royal Mansion. As she entered the familiar
compound, a flood of memories came rushing back.
Back then, she lived here. Estelle and Jonathan were upstairs, and Charlie
would often drop by. They would chat, share drinks, and play cards together.
During her tough days abroad, she would think back to those times — they
warmed her heart and gave her the strength to carry on.
She never regretted meeting Charlie. On the contrary, she cherished the
memories they made here.
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She reached the thirtieth floor and stood at the door, the memories seeming
even more vivid. It felt as if the moment she opened the door, she would see
them all lounging on the patio couch, bantering and laughing.
Yet, several years had already passed.
Emily tried the old door code. With a soft beep, the door opened. To her
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsurprise, the code was still the same as it was three years ago.
She stepped inside and stood in the entrance for a while.
Everything inside was arranged exactly as she had left it. Even her favorite
tablecloth, faded but spotless, was still there.
The evening sun filtered in through the large windows, casting a soft glow
around the room and transporting her back in time.
She walked further into the apartment, a wave of indescribable emotions rolling
within her.
Charlie hadn’t arrived yet, so Emily sat in the living room for a while. Looking at
the guest room she once lived in, she got up and walked over.
As she opened the door, a dozen Lego castles came into view, leaving Emily
speechless.
The castles of various sizes were placed on her bed, desk, and the largest one
took its place on the carpet.
Under the twilight, the beautiful castles appeared incredibly vivid and
magnificent.
Tears welled up in Emily’s eyes as she noticed the prince and princess standing
side by side on one of the castles. It reminded her of the day Kya held a
wedding for them.
On the day she sold the old house, her father had come looking for her, tricking
Charlie out of ten thousand dollars. In her anger, she had dropped the items in
her hands, breaking her castle into pieces.
It was Charlie who had painstakingly rebuilt it for her.
And all these in front of her, was it him who had built them too?
It must be. He was the only one who knew her secret.
Emily covered her mouth, overwhelmed with emotion.
Suddenly, a man came up from behind and embraced her waist, pulling her
close. “Do you like it?”
Emily stiffened. “When did you build these?”
“During the two years you were away, whenever I missed you, I would come
over and build the castle.” Charlie leaned in, whispering in her ear. “Whatever
you like, I will bring it to you.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis hot breath brushed against Emily’s ear, making her shiver. Her heart
pounded in her chest and all she could manage was a whisper. “Thank you.”
“No, I should thank you for giving me such a wonderful daughter.” Charlie
lowered his head and kissed her cheek. “Emily, let’s be together.”
Caught in the intensity of his presence, Emily couldn’t think straight and felt
somewhat panicked.
“Let me think about it.”
“Sure, take your time. But you only have two choices. First, be with me and
have a husband and a child. Or second, push me away and continue to be
pursued by me until you agree.”
Emily bit her lip, turned around in his arms, and looked up at him. “First, give me
Kya back. Then I’ll consider it”
“Emily, Kya is our daughter.” Charlie’s gaze locked onto hers. “She’s ours,
together.”
He reached up to stroke her clean brow, his eyes darkening. He slightly tilted his
head, kissed the corner of her mouth, and his voice dropped to a husky whisper.
“You once told me that you love Kya’s father a lot. How about now? Do you still
love him?