Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 139 You Are My Cinderella

Chapter 139 You Are My Cinderella

Vivian said, "Emmy, could you please speak a little less? We're in public. Just save Char some face!"

The words sounded like Vivian was defending Charlotte, but Vivian was actually confirming Emilia's statement, which made the two salesgirls' gaze even stranger.

Charlotte asked one of the salesgirls, "Is my stuff all packed?"

The salesgirl tied a pink silk butterfly bow on the gift box and showed a professional smile, "It's all set."

Charlotte took the gift bag and was about to leave, but Emilia continued to pester her, "Charlotte! Why don't you call him out?"

"What's going on?" Nelson walked quickly over and glanced at the salesgirl, "Charge it to Waylon's account."

Upon hearing the name "Waylon," the salesgirl's smile became even brighter, "Sure."

Emilia and Vivian gazed at Nelson, both left stunned. Although he wore sunglasses, the exposed half of his face was strikingly handsome, resembling a perfectly sculpted masterpiece, reaching the pinnacle of human aesthetics.

Charlotte clasped the gift bag with her little hand, with no intention of informing Nelson about Emilia's provocation. After all, it was just a few insignificant and sarcastic remarks.

One of the salesgirls, however, said eagerly, "The young lady took a liking to these crystal shoes just now."

Nelson glanced at the shoes and replied, "Not bad."

Charlotte felt uneasy and, as expected, heard Nelson continue, "Take them if you like."

Both salesgirls suddenly became excited.

Vivian and Emilia were shocked.

Was he really going to buy such expensive things? The amount reached seven digits!

Charlotte's scalp tingled, and she tugged at Nelson's sleeve, "Shoes are not like jewelry. I don't think they will fit. Let's go."

Her soft and sweet voice, coupled with the gesture of tugging at Nelson's sleeve, made it seem like she was acting coquettishly.

Nelson said, "Why not try them on?"

He held Charlotte's hand and made her sit on a chair provided for customers to rest inside the store. The salesgirl promptly brought the crystal shoes. She wanted to help Charlotte put them on, but Nelson took the shoes from her hands and said, "I'll do it."

"..." Not only Charlotte, but everyone present was stunned.

This man looked like a high-ranking figure, wielding supreme authority, but he's actually helping a girl put on her shoes?!

Kneeling on one knee and lowering his gaze, Nelson helped Charlotte take off her shoes. Charlotte grabbed his hand and bit her lower lip, saying, "I... I can do it myself!"

If Charlotte had known that he was going to do this, she should have just bought them earlier!

Nelson chuckled softly and asked, "Kid, are you afraid that I'll eat you up?"

Charlotte replied, "... No, it's just that I'm afraid what you did might shorten your lifespan! After all, I treat you with the same respect as I do my father!"

Nelson had already gently opened her little, tender white hand, behaving as if he was coaxing a child, "Good girl! I'll get you some candy to eat later."

Charlotte: "..."

Today, she was wearing a pair of snow-white sports shoes with white socks that had cute little yellow minions printed on them. Feeling embarrassed under the gaze of so many people, Charlotte felt her ears turn red, and she curled her toes inwards.

The profile of the man looked incredibly profound under the lights. His nose was so straight that it seemed as if it was sculpted like a blade, without any soft curves. The corners of his lips were cold and lightly pursed. This man looked like an authoritative figure sitting on a chair who would give orders. However, at this very moment, he was in a jewelry store, humbly kneeling on one knee and earnestly helping a young girl put on her shoes.

Charlotte grasped her clothes tightly, watching Nelson nervously. Nelson took off her socks gently with his slender fingers, revealing her delicate and fair feet, each toe round and the nails resembling pale pink seashells, exquisitely translucent and beautiful.

Even as a woman, Emilia couldn't help but find Charlotte's feet excessively attractive.

Nelson picked up one of the crystal shoes and helped Charlotte put it on. Charlotte let out a surprised sound, and Nelson chuckled, "Perfect fit."

The shoe fitted Charlotte's feet perfectly, and her already fair and tender ankle shone brilliantly under the refracted light from Ametrine.

Nelson wanted to put the other shoe on her, but Charlotte quickly declined, "Trying one is enough."

Nelson didn't insist and helped Charlotte change back into her sports shoes. He instructed the salesgirl to wrap up the crystal shoes.

Charlotte's face had turned as red as a cooked shrimp. She held the thin strings of the gift bag tightly, "Let's go back."

Nelson said, "Didn't I promise to buy you some candy?"

Charlotte looked puzzled, "Wasn't that your cajolery?"

Nelson chuckled, "Do I look like the kind of person who cajoles little kids?"

Charlotte: "..." You don't cajole me, but you do bully me!

"Char..." Vivian suddenly spoke up, "So, you came here with Mr. Clark."

Emilia didn't realize who Mr. Clark was, but she couldn't help but feel envious of the scene she had just witnessed. Her eyes turned red with jealousy, and she thought that Charlotte had gotten involved with a wealthy young master. So she blurted out without thinking, "Sir, do you know Charlotte is an illegitimate daughter?"

Nelson glanced at Emilia lazily, "And then?"

His voice was cold, with a hint of mockery, and it was just a casual remark. However, it made Emilia stiffen all over, and her tongue seemed to be tied. She couldn't utter a single word, and naturally, there was no "and then."

It was evident that Nelson didn't take Emilia, a small fry in his eyes, seriously. However, Vivian quickly came out to apologize, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Mr. Clark. Emmy didn't mean it. And Char,

please don't be angry..."

Charlotte said, "I'm not angry. And you don't need to apologize to Mr. Clark. We're leaving now. Take your time to shop."

With that, Charlotte grabbed Nelson's sleeve and walked out, ignoring the dumbfounded expressions of the two salesgirls.

Mr. Clark?! Was he the same Mr. Clark they thought?!

Vivian looked at their departing figures with resentment.

If only... She was the one to enter the Clark family. Then everything Charlotte had now would have been hers!

Why did Charlotte always have such good luck... Why?!

Why hadn't Mr. Clark killed her yet? This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Jealousy gnawed at Vivian's heart like little insects, and she clenched her lips, giving a cold look at Emilia while cursing her as an idiot secretly.

...

"Don't you want to shop a bit longer?" Nelson asked Charlotte.

Charlotte puffed her cheeks, feeling a bit annoyed. Not because of Emilia's words, but because of Vivian's behavior.

It was obvious she was trying to get Mr. Clark's attention! It was so annoying!

Even with all the bullying Charlotte endured from Vivian in the past eight years combined, she never found Vivian this irritating.

It seemed like it had always been this way since childhood. Whenever Vivian liked something, she would always do anything to take it away from Charlotte. So, would Mr. Clark... end up being taken away by Vivian like her Barbie dolls and snacks?