Charlotte didn't like Édouard's remark and looked at the suitcase beside him. She lifted her body when the carriage wobbled as it hit a pebble. Unable to balance herself, she fell towards Édouard who securely wrapped his arm around her waist.
She landed on his strong thighs, and her lips brushed his left cheek. She gaped at him and promptly leaned back.
"My humble apologies," she said in a low voice and lowered her gaze. She moved back, but to his surprise, Édouard didn't let go of her. Her eyes lifted, and she asked him to let her go.
"You have already made a move on me," Édouard said. She found him smirking, and it made her worried.
"I did nothing," Charlotte said, and put her hand above his, which was holding her waist. "Prince Édouard shall let me go, or else I will ask the chauffeur to stop the carriage." She threatened him when she found he was no longer letting her go.
