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The nanny gave Charlotte a knowing smile as she scooped the baby into her arms. "I'll take the little one outside
for ssun. You think about where you two might want to go for the holidays."
The moment the nanny disappeared through the door, Charlotte darted upstairs. She grabbed her phone and
started messaging her old circle of socialite friends, eager for vacation ideas.
The replies cin fast.
Marry: Well, well, look who decided to show up. What kind of wind blew Mrs. Chancer into the group today?
Fion: Charlotte, are you seriously planning a trip with Mr. Chancer? Shouldn't he be the one arranging that?
Charlotte's smile froze. Her expression stiffened with quiet embarrassment.
Thankfully, someone with actual tact jumped in and sent over a list of travel guides and curated itineraries.
Charlotte quickly bookmarked them, replied with a polite "Thank you," and then messaged the helpful friend
privately: I'll bring you back the latest Chanel bag when | return!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith that, she switched her phone to "Do Not Disturb” and ignored the storm brewing in the group chat.
Now armed with fresh ideas, she started narrowing down the list of destinations. But when it ctto
choose just one, she found herself torn.
There was the charming old town—perfect for romantic photo ops. She imagined herself coyly asking James to
take her pictures, hoping the moment might spark sintimacy between them.
Then there was the quiet hilltop chapel from one of the guides. Legend had it that couples who visited and lit a
candle together would be blessed with a happy, lasting marriage. It was cheesy, sure-but just the kind of hope
she wanted to hold onto.
Then cthe breathtaking mountain ranges, tranquil lakes, misty forests... every place seemed to whisper of
something beautiful. Charlotte wanted to visit them all. with James. She pictured them hand-in-hand, leaving
footprints everywhere, like two people at the start of something sweet and new. s
The more she imagined it, the more awake she became.
Sleep forgotten, she slipped into a silky nightgown and padded downstairs. She made herself a strong cup of
coffee and curled up on the living room couch,
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determined to stay alert. Every ther eyelids dropped she slapped her cheeks fightly and took another sip,
eyes fixed on the front door. s
It was well past midnight when James finally stumbled in, reeking of alcohol.
Charlotte rushed over immediately. The smell of smoke and liquor hit her, and she wrinkled her nose. "You've
been drinking again. If you damage your health, I'll be heartbroken," she murmured.
She reached for his arm to steady him, but James sidestepped her without a word and kept walking.
Her hand hung in the air for a second before slowly falling back to her side. She bit her lip, eyes glinting with
hurt-but she quickly pulled herself together and followed him upstairs.
While James showered, Charlotte folded his clothes neatly and set them on the cabshelf. The maid would
collect them in the morning.
When he finally stepped out of the bathroom, toweling his hair, he found her still perched at the edge of the bed,
wide awake and waiting.
Trying to hide his annoyance, he asked flatly, "Why are you still up?"
The truth was, he always chthis late to avoid seeing her.
Charlotte's face brightened. She eagerly handed him a neatly printed packet. "James, Christmas is almost here.
You've been working nonstop, and thought this might be a good tfor a break just the two of us: | found a few
destination ideas. Here-take a look. Or | can walk you through them really quickly..."
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