The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

Chapter 582: Chapter 525: Starting to Miss Him a Bit
Charlotte Lane spent three days on the private island before setting off with Edward Kirsten again.

This time, her eyes were not covered. She spent two days traveling on the road, winding and turning.

Charlotte Lane almost vomited on the road.

After two days, they finally arrived at their destination.

Charlotte Lane slept continuously in the car. She didn’t open her eyes even when the car stopped because she didn’t know if there was any further travel; she didn’t bother to look outside either.

She was so tired and felt so nauseous that she didn’t even care.

It was only when Edward Kirsten called her that she opened her eyes.

Edward Kirsten rubbed her head, “Feeling better?”

Charlotte Lane stared at him: “Do I look better to you? With your driving skills, even if you paid me, I wouldn’t ride with you.”

Edward Kirsten smiled, “We’ve arrived, no more traveling.”

Without even looking outside, Charlotte Lane opened the car door and stepped out to take a breath of fresh air.

With the arrival of fresh air, Charlotte’s nausea eased a little.

Only then did she take a look around.

The car drove directly into the courtyard, stopping in front of the villa.

The courtyard was vast, and looking around, Charlotte recognized every part of it…every scene was extremely familiar.

It was identical to where she lived in Continent A.

And it was a one-to-one replica.

“Alice, bring the doctor over,” said Edward Kirsten.

Alice nodded and left.

Edward Kirsten walked to Charlotte’s side and said, “Go inside and rest for a while.”

Charlotte Lane withdrew her gaze from the distance, murmuring, “I’m going to sleep, don’t let the doctor disturb me.”

“Enigma…”

“If you dare to disturb me, I will scold you,” said Charlotte Lane.

Edward Kirsten: “… Enigma, don’t you think it’s time to soften your temper a bit?”

Charlotte Lane glanced at him, ignored him, and went straight into the villa. Out in the living room, she paused, looking towards the French windows of the small living room.

Back then in Continent A, it was at that very spot that she saw Jack Amos fall in the rainy night, into a pool of blood.

“Enigma,” Edward Kirsten’s voice broke her reverie from behind her.

Charlotte Lane withdrew her gaze and returned to her room as if she knew the place well.

Her room was just as it used to be.

She closed the door, stood at the entrance, and looked at her room.

For a moment, she felt as though she had never left this place.

It was as if the years she had been away, were just a dream, and when she woke up, she was still here.

When she woke up, Edward Kirsten was still the gentle brother who would tolerate her without any bottom line.

Charlotte Lane lowered her gaze, looking at the ring on her hand.

A sudden voice came to her mind: she kind of missed Harton Clark.

Feelings of drowsiness, car sickness, and nausea amplified her longing.

Leaning against the door, Charlotte Lane stared at the French window in her room, trying to divert her attention and ease her discomfort.

She had always had a strong physique and rarely felt this way.

After a while, she let out a deep breath, straightened up, picked out some clothes, and went into the restroom.

…

Charlotte Lane had been quite idle ever since she met Edward Kirsten.

For these few days, she did only three things. Eat, sleep, and throw tantrums.

After arriving at the new place, she went back to her room and slept for over ten hours until Edward Kirsten came to knock on the door.

She sat on the bed for a while to clear her head, then turned on the bedside lamp and went to open the door.

Edward Kirsten stood outside, with a dinner plate in his right hand, “Feeling better?”

Charlotte Lane, dressed in a light-colored home dress, had messy hair from sleeping. Her eyes were a bit hazy, she simply hummed in response.

“Want something to eat?” Edward Kirsten said, “Eat in the room or go downstairs.”

Charlotte Lane glanced at the food he was holding, didn’t say a word and turned back into the room.

Edward Kirsten followed her into the room, and they sat down by the tea table on the balcony.

The dinner was light. As Charlotte Lane quietly ate her meal, Edward Kirsten simply sat across from her in silence, just watching her.

It wasn’t until she was almost done eating that he said, “You used to love to sleep in, and I feel like you always ate more than half of your breakfasts here. Remember?”

“Do I have a poor memory?” Charlotte Lane said without lifting her head.

“No,” Edward Kirsten said patiently, “It’s very good.”

After finishing her meal, Charlotte Lane used a tissue to wipe her mouth, then looked out at the French window.

Little night lights were hung on the greening of the courtyard, blinking like a sky full of stars. It was beautiful.

It had been her idea to hang them back then. And from her room, the view was the best.

“Does Harton Clark treat you well?” Edward Kirsten suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this name, Charlotte Lane’s hand tightened. She did not reply, but instead said, “You must know by now that my real last name is Lane, right?”

“Yes,” Edward Kirsten responded, “I saw the news online.”

“That’s surprising. You’re online,” said Charlotte Lane, “Ever since I came here, I haven’t seen any electronic devices. Are you preventing me from using them?”

“Would that stop you?” Edward Kirsten counter-questioned.

“It’s impossible for a clever woman to cook without rice,” Charlotte Lane said in a gentle voice, “No matter how capable I am, without devices, do you expect me to spread my thoughts by telepathy?”

Edward Kirsten was silent.

Charlotte Lane paused before saying, “I’ve known Martias Clark since I was a child. When I was very little, I liked him. Even though I forgot about him once, I fell in love with him again later.”

Listening to her words, Edward Kirsten bit by bit clenched his fists, struggling to suppress his anger: “You like him that much.”

“Yes,” Charlotte Lane looked at him, “So, are you going to kill him?”

Edward Kirsten looked into her eyes, his eyes revealing a storm that he was barely able to conceal, “If you behave, I can spare his life.”

The two shared a long and intense gaze; it was as if time had been stretched to infinity.

After a while, Charlotte Lane looked away and said, “Alright.”

Edward Kirsten didn’t have any particular reaction to her agreement, as if he’d expected it or didn’t entirely trust it.

“How many girls do you have around?” Charlotte Lane suddenly asked.

Edward Kirsten hesitated a moment before answering, “Not many.”

So, there were more girls like her.

“Edward Kirsten…” Charlotte Lane sighed lightly, her voice very soft, “You’re really crazy.”

“Enigma, didn’t you always know that?” Edward responded lightly, “I missed you so much, so whenever I saw a girl who looked like you, I wanted to keep them.”

“Now that I’m back, send them away,” Charlotte Lane said, looking at him.

“I can do that. But you have to promise me one thing.”

“What is it.”

“Be good, and stop getting angry easily.”

“Alright,” Charlotte Lane agreed, “This request won’t harm you or cause you any loss. I hope you will keep your promise.”

“When have I ever failed to do what I promised you?”

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