Female Novel
Chapter 1062
Cecelia stood in front of the Heath residence, more hesitant than ever.
It took quite a while before she set foot in the house.
The heat lamp in the house was still on, and the yellowish light came through. The dim brightness,
however, made the night even darker.
She leaned against the side of the car, staring at the ground motionlessly.
After a long time, her legs felt a little numb.
She pondered how she should ask Charlotte about it.
For more than four years, she had been reveling in the joy of getting her child back, and she had been
doing her best to make up for the love she had failed to provide Charlotte with as a mother.
She had never doubted it, but now she couldn't hold back the wild ideas that were swirling in her heart.
But meanwhile, she was deeply worried.
How could she hurt her child again, exactly twenty years after she lost her, if everything was just her
imagination?
She had to weigh the pros and cons.
She had to be cautious.novelbin
At that moment, Charlotte pushed open the door and came out.
She had only come out to take a bag of trash out. This afternoon, she tidied up her room and threw
away all the things she didn't want, things that had to do with the past.
When she went out, she saw that Cecelia's car had returned and was parked under the tree.
It was strange. Since the car was there, where was Cecelia?
She put the garbage bag down in the doorway and took a few puzzled steps forward to see Cecelia
standing by her car. Cecelia was shrouded entirely in the shadow of a large tree, and she was unable
to see her expression.
"Mom. You're back? Why don't you come in?" Charlotte called out tenderly.
Cecelia heard the shout and shuddered, and she immediately came back to her senses.
When she saw Charlotte approaching, she deliberately took out her cell phone and pretended she was
on the phone.
"Okay, let's do that for now. I need to go, bye."
Then, she pretended to hang up the phone herself.
Turning back around, she said to Charlotte, "Oh, a little business just now. I'll get in after the call."
After saying that, a soft smile appeared on her lips.
"Mom." Charlotte took small steps forward and put her arm around Cecelia affectionately, resting her
head on Cecelia's arm and rubbing it tenderly, "Let's go inside. It's cold outside, and look at you, your
fingers are cold."
Charlotte tugged Cecelia toward the house.
She took Cecelia's cold hand and covered it in her own palm to help warm her up.
The thoughtful action gave Cecelia's originally cold body a trace of warmth, and she even regretted it a
little. Why should she suspect Charlotte? Obviously, Charlotte was so good to her.
Over the years, Charlotte had become overly dependent on her, not that she hadn't felt it.
Charlotte could not enjoy the love of a mother since childhood and was extraordinarily attached to her.
If she really got it wrong back then, she could not bear to think that Charlotte would lose her mother
again in the future.
Charlotte dragged Cecelia into the house. She carefully watched Cecelia's face and found nothing
unusual.
Cecelia had always been so calm and steady, and she simply would not show anything on her face no
matter what happened.
It was difficult for an average person to detect the change in her mind.
Once they got in, it was warm inside and Cecelia took off her coat and hung it on the coat rack.
"Have you eaten your meal?" Cecelia asked with concern as she walked into the kitchen and looked
around.
"I ate them, and I can't eat too much. I don't have much appetite and I always want to throw up."
Charlotte gently stroked her belly, "This baby is quite capable of giving me a hard time. I've already
thrown up twice today."