Female Novel
Chapter 1718
Chapter 1718
Charlie studied Emily for a moment before gently reaching out to touch her face. His hand barely
grazed her cheek, and the softness and delicacy of her skin stirred up deep-seated memories. His eyesnovelbin
lowered as he asked in a low voice, "Emily, can you stand?"
“Lcan, Emily murmured, not making any attempt to get up, continuing to sleep with her eyes closed.
Charlie let out a barely audible sigh, scooping her up and carrying her outside.
He'd come with Jonathan. Their car was parked outside. He placed Emily in the passenger seat. She
leaned against the backrest, frowning in discomfort.
Without thinking, Charlie mirrored her expression, chastising her softly, “Why did you drink so much?
Even after we've broken up, you're still giving me headaches!"
He fastened her seatbelt and draped his suit jacket over her before heading to the driver's seat.
The journey to Sunset Ridge was quiet, with Emily dozing off against the window.
Upon reaching their destination, Charlie carried Emily upstairs. As they entered, Ms. Simmons
exclaimed, “What's happened to Emily?"
“She's fine, Charlie replied nonchalantly, “Where's Kya?"
“Kya is asleep," said Ms. Simmons quickly.
Charlie, still holding Emily, headed towards the guest room, instructing, ‘Ms. Simmons, don't go home
tonight.
Sleep in the master bedroom with Kya. Emily drank a bit too much, so let her sleep in the guest room."
“Alright” agreed Ms. Simmons. It didn't matter if she went home or not. She lived alone anyway.
After checking on Kya in the master bedroom and tugging her in the blanket that she kicked off, Ms.
Simmons noticed the slightly ajar door of the guest room. She peeked in to find Charlie preparing a
warm towel to wipe Emily's face.
Thinking that Charlie and Emily had reconciled, Ms. Simmons retreated to her room, her heart filled
with joy.
In the guest room, Charlie sat by the bed, gently wiping Emily's hands with the warm towel. Her fingers
were long and delicate, incredibly soft.
“Kya, Kya." Emily mumbled, frowning and repeating Kya’s name.
Charlie leaned over, his gaze intense as he reassured her, "Kya is asleep. Ms. Simmons is watching
over her.
Don't worry.
Emily seemed to understand his words and stopped calling out. However, her furrowed brow tightened,
her face buried in the sheets, tears streaming down her face.
Charlie watched the tears fall from her eyes, feeling a pang in his heart. He reached out to wipe them.
"You said you'd be happier without me, then why are you crying?"
Emily's eyes remained closed, a sense of grievance echoed in her heart. Her tears fell, soaking the
beige sheets.
Charlie cradled her face, his voice hoarse, “Stop crying. Whatever you want, I'll give you. Just stop
crying. I can't stand it"
Emily's long eyelashes quivered, her sobs gradually quieting as she drifted back to sleep.
Charlie watched her for a long time before rising to get more warm water. He cleaned the tear-streaks
from Emily’s face, then went to find her a nightgown.
Opening her wardrobe, he sifted through her clothes. His heart ached when he saw a neatly folded
men's bathrobe tucked away in the corner. Why was she still keeping his bathrobe?
Charlie turned to look at Emily curling up in bed, a whirlwind of emotions sweeping over him.
After finding Emily's nightgown, he helped her change and tucked her into bed. He sat by her side for a
while longer before finally leaving the room.
Outside, Ms. Simmons was sitting in the living room. She asked anxiously, “Is Emily alright?"
“She was a bit drunk, and she's asleep now,’ Charlie replied, pausing before asking, "Can I see Kya?"
“Of course. Go ahead,’ Ms. Simmons quickly responded.
Charlie nodded and headed towards the master bedroom.
As he entered, the faint scent of sweet milk filled the room. On the bureau against the wall, the vase
was still filled with colorful daisies.
Under the orange light, Kya was sound asleep, her chubby hand tucked under her face, looking utterly
adorable.