Chapter 192 A Fresh Beginning
A sudden realization struck her as she looked at Ben, “Were you hiding in your room all that time back then to make this necklace?”
Ben nodded.
Charlotte k*ssed both of their foreheads, “Thank you for the gifts. I love them very much.”
Ben and Anna also laughed happily.
After the three of them had finished laughing, Gideon handed a brocade box to Charlotte, “They approached me for planning. your birthday celebration quite some time ago. You owe me a meal.”
Charlotte laughed and nodded, “Alright, no problem.”
After watching the fireworks and wandering around the castle for a while, they slowly descended.
Ben was pulled by Anna to ride the double-decker carousel while Charlotte and Gideon waited on the side.
“I still remember the first time I saw you, you were in a mess,” Gideon suddenly said.
Charlotte looked at him in confusion, “When was that?”
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with the Clinton family. She shouldn’t have let Gideon see her in
such a state.
Gideon shook his head, “I’m not talking about your appearance, but about you as a person.”
Charlotte pondered for a moment, recalling that she had just learned the truth about her background and was recovering from a major postpartum hemorrhage, she indeed looked miserable.
Gideon continued, “But later I saw you transform little by little, from being in a state of disarray to being confident, healthy, and
calm.”
He turned his head and looked at Charlotte, “You are really amazing.”
Charlotte, who was used to being praised, blushed a little, “I just did the best I could.”
Charlotte felt she should thank herself for not giving up in such a state but striving to come out of it.
Gideon smiled gently, “Since the past is the past, you should let go and start a new life.”
All the way home, that phrase kept echoing in Charlotte’s mind.
She always felt that Gideon’s calm eyes could see deep into her
soul, making all her thoughts exposed.
He was right; she should start a new life without being bound by the past.
At that moment, someone knocked on the door, “Miss Clinton! Mr. Smith is here.”
Mr. River’s voice came from outside. Charlotte frowned and changed her clothes to go downstairs.
In the dark, Joe was leaning against his car. When he saw Charlotte, he waved at her.
Charlotte reluctantly approached him, “Why are you here so late, Mr. Smith?”
Noticing a faint scent of alcohol on him, she frowned.
Seeing the gift box he handed her, she quickly took it and said, “Did you make a special trip just for this? It wasn’t necessary; you could have asked Jack or your driver to do it.”
She glanced at Jack, who was still in the car, and then said to Joe, “It’s late, Mr. Smith. You should go home.”
As she was about to leave, Joe grabbed her wrist.
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