"No," Henry said immediately. "It has already been confirmed."
Old Master Stevens took Henry's side.
"There is no need for a general inspection," he said. "This girl is pregnant with the Stevens family's offspring. She has a mole under her neck. That is the sign of the Stevens family's child. When your grandma was pregnant with your father, there was also such a mole."
Henry treated Old Master Stevens's words as nonsense.
How could this anyone take this notion seriously without any scientific proof?
Henry didn't take it to heart, but Madam Lydia was a little convinced.
If she hadn't experienced it personally, she would have thought that Old Master Stevens was babbling nonsense, too.
However, when she had been pregnant with Henry, she had had a mole on her neck.
But she had extremely high standards for her physical appearance, so after giving birth to Henry, she had gotten surgery to have the mole removed.
Looking at the mole on Charlotte's neck, Madam Lydia thought that perhaps Henry hadn't lied to her.
Was this girl indeed pregnant with his child?
Although Madam Lydia still didn't like Charlotte, her attitude eased somewhat.
It was time for dinner.
Old Master Stevens wanted Charlotte to stay for a meal.
...
There was fresh dew on the roses in the transparent glass dining room.
The dining table was made of solid, high-quality wood, the tableware was made of British bone china, and the knives and forks were made of pure gold.
Oh.
Everything screamed money.
Of course, they weren't eating money tonight. They were eating Western food.
The wagyu had been imported from Japan by air.
Charlotte hadn't eaten Western food for a long time.
When she was younger, she had eaten Western food several times. Later, after she gave birth to eight children, the financial pressure became too great. Even eating out was now a luxury, not to mention Western food.
She couldn't use knives and forks proficiently, so her movements were a little clumsy.
In addition, the knife and fork were made of pure gold.
They were frighteningly heavy.
Charlotte was not careful, and the steak slipped out from under the knife and hit Henry in the head.
Charlotte froze.
Henry's handsome face suddenly darkened.
The same was true of Madam Lydia.
Old Master Stevens laughed loudly.
Interesting!
She was so interesting!
This was the first time he had ever seen his grandson look so embarrassed.
Henry stood up with a dark expression on his face and left the room.
Charlotte was anxious but suddenly heard Madam Lydia ask her, "How did you meet Henry?"
Charlotte gave a wry smile.
How did they meet?
She had been working part-time at a hotel. He had dragged her into a room and subjected her to an indescribable experience...
Of course, she couldn't say that to Madam Lydia.
She was supposed to be helping Henry, whose grandfather was urging him to marry.
She hadn't come to throw Henry under the bus.
Charlotte cleared her throat awkwardly. "Madam Lydia, it's a long story," she said.
"It was a windy night-no, it was a sunny and cloudless summer. President Stevens saw me and fell in love with me at first sight. He passionately launched a romantic pursuit of me.
"Even though I felt confused and refused him, I still couldn't resist Henry in the end..."
As she spoke, Charlotte's cheeks turned red, but they soon returned to normal again.
Henry had taken advantage of her, so it shouldn't be too much for her to take advantage of him right now.
Before Charlotte could finish speaking, Madam Lydia interrupted her.
She stared at Charlotte as if she were in a daze. "With all due respect," she said, "your appearance doesn't seem like it would make Henry launch a passionate romantic pursuit."
...
Charlotte hesitated.
She touched her face and smiled awkwardly. "I think I look quite pretty."
Old Master Stevens smiled. "I also think this little girl is good-looking."
He cared more about chemistry and how likable she was.
Although he and Charlotte had only just met, he had already taken a liking to her.
He had seen too many socialites and heiresses.
They were all the same as his daughter-in-law, Madam Lydia. They were flawlessly beautiful yet soulless.
Every move of theirs was alike as if they had been copied and pasted.
They always spoke appropriately.
Every gesture and movement they made was impeccable.
But Charlotte was different.
Madam Lydia didn't speak, but her eyes showed some dissatisfaction.
In her eyes, this girl named Charlotte could be the pretty girl next door at best, far from good-looking.
Compared to Natalie Anderson, the heiress of the Anderson family, Charlotte's looks were bland.
Suddenly, a low voice sounded behind them. "She looks ugly."
Henry walked into the room.
Charlotte said nothing.
She cursed him silently.
He was calling her ugly?
Was he throwing her under the bus or throwing himself under the bus?
Just when she thought she couldn't bear it any longer, she heard Henry say slowly, "Fortunately, I like ugly women."
Charlotte did not reply.
...
After dinner, Madam Lydia wanted Charlotte to stay for the night.
Although Charlotte did have a mole on her neck, Madam Lydia couldn't be sure about it.
She still wanted to test the waters with Charlotte.
Charlotte didn't want to stay at the Stevens family's house overnight.
She still had eight adorable babies.
She wanted to sleep beside her eight darlings.
But there was no other way. She had promised Henry, so she had to do it.
Charlotte called Yolanda.
After Charlotte made the phone call, Madam Lydia prepared Charlotte's pajamas and let Charlotte take a bath.
As soon as Charlotte stepped into the shower, Madam Lydia found Henry.
"Henry, you must be tired today," Madam Lydia said. "You should go take a bath first." Madam Lydia handed over the folded bathrobe and pointed to a specific bathroom. "Go there."
Henry narrowed his eyes slightly, and a faint light flashed in them.
He understood that Charlotte was inside.
Madam Lydia was deliberately testing him.
He had OCD.
He would never be in a place like the shower with a woman...
Unless she was his woman.
Henry said, "Um."
Although Charlotte was not his woman, his OCD did not apply to Charlotte.
...
Charlotte entered the bathroom with wide eyes.
Jesus Christ!
It was just a bathroom, so did it really need to be so luxurious?
It was bigger than the house in which her family of ten lived.
The evils of capitalism!
Charlotte felt here, looked there. After a while, she remembered that she was here to take a shower, not to visit.
She quickly took off her clothes.
Just as she was about to turn on the hot water, she heard movement behind her.
Charlotte turned her head subconsciously and froze.
Henry!
Why had he come in?
"Ah!" After screaming, Charlotte quickly covered herself.
But she found that the areas her hand could cover were limited.
If she covered the bottom, she couldn't cover the top.
Charlotte was speechless.
She could only turn away from Henry quickly, but when she did, she showed off the beautiful curves of her back.
"You-get out!" Charlotte blushed from head to toe.
Henry didn't move.
He looked at the beautiful curves of Charlotte's back, then at the fair, tender skin that gradually reddened.
...
Henry's Adam's apple bobbed.
A mischievous passion suddenly arose in him.
It made Henry take a step forward and put his arms around Charlotte's waist.
Her waist was slender and soft.
Her body also held a fragrant scent.
Like a drug, that scent made its way to Henry's nose and made his roguish passion burn more and more intensely.
Henry embraced Charlotte, and his hand gradually moved upward.
Charlotte stiffened in fright.
She shuddered. "President Stevens, we made a promise," she said. "We can't let the act turn real."
She had promised to help Henry, but she had negotiated with him in advance. How could she have followed Henry home so boldly otherwise?
Henry's eyes narrowed slightly.
Yes, yes.
But at a time like this, a man couldn't be controlled by reason at all.
His strong self-control had vanished.
Now, he could only follow his heart.
Henry's hand was still moving upward.
Charlotte leaned over, trying to push Henry away.
But she used too much force. Since Henry was holding her tightly, she and Henry both fell to the ground.
There was a loud noise.
...
Outside the bathroom, Madam Lydia frowned.
Why was the noise from the bathroom so loud?
Soon, she understood.
Her delicate face suddenly twisted unnaturally.
Madam Lydia walked away.
In the bathroom, Henry was pinned to the ground by Charlotte, who was lying on top of him.
Her face had happened to land in an unspeakable place on his body.
It was a coincidence but somehow very precise.
The displeasure Henry had felt at forcefully being pushed to the ground by Charlotte dissipated.
A corner of his mouth turned up. "So you wanted to use your mouth."
Charlotte said nothing.
Who wanted to use her mouth? Not her!
This situation was just...
Charlotte wanted to cry but couldn't find tears to shed.
Why had her face landed in such a position?
Charlotte tried to get up and found that she couldn't.
Her hair was stuck in Henry's belt!
Charlotte paused.
She had no other choice but to stretch out her hand to unbuckle Henry's belt.
But she hadn't thought the man's belt would be so difficult to unbuckle. Charlotte's hand worked for a long time, but the belt didn't move at all.
Charlotte was so anxious that sweat beaded on her forehead. Just then, a pair of big hands took Charlotte's small ones.
One of the hands was warm, its joints distinct. It looked beautiful.
Charlotte's breathing came to a halt.
Henry's low voice sounded in her ear. "You're so anxious that you can't even undo a man's belt?"
Charlotte did not reply at first.
She snorted. "I'm very anxious."
She had to get her hair out quickly, put on her clothes, and leave.
The smile at the corners of Henry's lips became more sinister.
He held Charlotte's hand and pressed it lightly somewhere on the belt, and with a click, it came undone.
Charlotte had just breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that something had forcefully pinched her chest.
Charlotte was stunned.
Her eyes widened.
Henry had a meaningful look in his eyes. "This is your reward for helping me with my belt," he said.
Reward, my *ss!
Of course, she could only cuss him out in her head.
Charlotte was about to stand up. However, she shook her head for a long time, trying to free her hair, but she couldn't stand up.
Her hair was still caught.
When she took a closer look, Charlotte felt exasperated.
Good Lord!
Was God deliberately torturing her?
It was bad enough that her hair was stuck in his belt, but there was even hair stuck in the zipper of Henry's trousers!
This was pure torment!
Gritting her teeth, Charlotte stretched her trembling hand towards the zipper of Henry's trousers.