Chapter 6 Play Hard to Get?

Charlotte realized she had mistaken for the wrong person and whispered embarrassedly, "Mr. Romero?"

"I'm outside your villa, Ms. Bernard," Leandro said.

Hearing this, Charlotte hurriedly pushed the wheelchair near the window and saw a Bentley downstairs.

"Mr. Romero, what brought you here?" she asked.

Due to her leg problem, Charlotte could only ask over the phone instead of going downstairs.

But as soon as she finished her words, she remembered what Leandro was here for.

Leandro realized something too. He paused and said in a flirting tone, "Ms. Bernard, are you playing hard to get?"

Charlotte immediately sat straight and hurriedly explained, "No, it's not like that! Mr. Romero, I can explain. It's..."

Charlotte was suddenly short of words, thinking, 'Explain what? Am I supposed to tell him that I was just too angry and wanted to piss Marcus off at that time? No, I can't do that! Well. I don't know what Leandro is planning, but I can tell he really wants to compensate me. So, Charlotte, don't be such a jerk!'

At this time, Leandro asked again, "Ms. Bernard, you're playing hard to get, right?"

Charlotte denied with a guilty conscience, "That's not true. Wait there. Let me get my ID card first."

But right after Charlotte's voice fell, Leandro said right behind her, "Ms. Bernard, due to your leg problem, you may need my help, I think."

She didn't how to reply to him.

Looking at Leandro in her room, Charlotte felt like Leandro wasn't here to help her but to make sure she would bring the ID card with her.

While Charlotte was still immersed in her thoughts, Leandro walked over and scooped her up in his arms.

The woody fragrance from Leandro wafted into Charlotte's nose. Charlotte subconsciously hugged Leandro's neck.

Then, Leandro straightened up, lowered his head, and glanced at her expressionlessly. "The wheelchair is too troublesome."

With that, Leandro went out of the room with Charlotte in his arms. "Where is your ID card, Ms. Bernard?"

"It's... It's in my room."

Charlotte stared at his chin in front of her. Bewitched, she would answer whatever he asked now.

Seeing Leandro put her ID card into his pocket, Charlotte subconsciously opened her mouth, wanting to say something. But when Leandro looked down, she choked a bit and chickened out.

She didn't dare to lie to him.

Two hours later, Charlotte sat next to Leandro and looked at the marriage certificate and the photo they just took in her hand, feeling it was incredible.

She thought to herself, 'How did I end up getting the marriage certificate with Leandro? I was planning to explain everything to Leandro and apologize to him on the way, right? So what happened? Why did I suddenly become his legal wife?'

Feeling complicated in her heart, Charlotte pursed her lips and tilted her head to look at Leandro beside her.

She had heard the name "Leandro" for over seven years. But she had never thought that one day, this name would appear on her marriage certificate.

When the car stopped, Charlotte's mind was still in a mess.

"Mrs. Romero, are you not satisfied with the photo?"

A deep male voice sounded from the side, making Charlotte snap back to her senses. The words "Mrs. Romero" really shocked her. As her hands shook, she dropped the marriage certificate on Leandro's leather shoes.

Leandro bent forward to pick up the marriage certificate and handed it to Charlotte, saying, "Seems that you're indeed not satisfied with it."

Charlotte glanced at Leandro in embarrassment. "It's not like that. I am satisfied actually."

Then, Charlotte looked at the photo. She and Leandro weren't as disharmonious as she imagined in a photo.

The photographer asked Charlotte to smile when taking pictures just now. At that time, she wasn't thinking at all and just smiled subconsciously.

Charlotte had a pair of beautiful almond eyes. When she smiled, her eyes were bright and shining. Her warm smile somehow neutralized Leandro's sharp facial features.

So, they looked quite a match in the photo.

"Yeah," Leandro responded lightly and then got out of the car. He walked to Charlotte's side, leaned over, and carried her out of the car.

Being held in Leandro's arms all morning, Charlotte felt quite embarrassed.

She put her arms around Leandro's neck and pinched the marriage certificate with one hand.

Leandro carried Charlotte all the way back to the room and put her in the wheelchair. Before getting up, Leandro suddenly stopped, looking at her from less than half a fist away.

Charlotte's face burned up a bit under his gaze. She couldn't help but tilt her head. "You may go back to your work now, Mr. Romero."

"In a week."

Blinking his eyes, Leandro straightened up, looked down at her, and added, "Mrs. Romero, I will take you home in a week."

Charlotte's eyes widened in shock at his words. When Leandro turned around to leave, she quickly reached out to pull him.

She intended to pull Leandro's sleeve, but in a hurry, she wrapped around Leandro's index finger with her slender fingers.