Revenge with My Quadruplets

Chapter 137

The next day, Charlotte boarded a plane headed back home. When she disembarked, the sky was clear, and the winds were gentle.

Charlotte was feeling buoyant, pulling her suitcase along, her white shoes tapping quickly on the ground. She knew that on the other side of the airport, the noble and composed Kingsley awaited her.

As Charlotte strolled out of the airport, she checked her phone, scanning the area for Kingsley's car.

"Strange, I thought it was parked right here," Charlotte muttered.

Just as she turned around, she collided into a warm, welcoming embrace. Kingsley's scent was instantly recognizable, and before Charlotte could utter a word, he silenced her with a finger on her lips.

"Shhh," Kingsley whispered, his eyes gleaming with joy. Charlotte nodded eagerly, her own eyes sparkling as they locked onto his.

Kingsley was fully incognito, sporting a low-brimmed black cap and a matching mouthpiece that concealed his features. Despite this disguise, Charlotte could sense the delight in his eyes, mirroring her own happiness.

"I'll take you out," Kingsley murmured in a hushed tone. Charlotte nodded, allowing Kingsley to guide her through the crowd towards a vehicle parked in a secluded area. Carl, seated in the driver's seat, greeted them.

Kingsley gallantly opened the door for Charlotte, and the two settled into the back seat together. Once the door closed, Kingsley removed his mask.

Before he could speak, Charlotte leapt into his arms, her embrace tender and affectionate. Kingsley paused momentarily, then a smile spread across his face.

"Kingsley, I missed you so much," Charlotte murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Kingsley chuckled softly, patting her head as he secured her seatbelt.

In the rearview mirror, Carl observed Kingsley's calm demeanor, the somberness in his eyes replaced by tenderness and laughter.

A quiet sigh of relief escaped Carl. It seemed Kingsley's condition was not as dire as the doctors had suggested; rather, Charlotte seemed to have a positive effect on him, gradually improving his state.

With a relaxed demeanor, Carl drove away steadily, reassured by the sight of Kingsley and Charlotte together.

Soon, the car arrived at a nearby private dining room, and Carl explained, "The food here is excellent; Kingsley is quite fond of it, and Charlotte can give it a try as well."

"Kingsley likes it a lot?" Charlotte's enthusiasm instantly surged; her eyes sparkled with seriousness.

Kingsley reassured her as he affectionately ruffled her hair and unfastened her seatbelt. "Come on, let's head inside."

"Okay, then," Charlotte dutifully replied.

As they exited the car, a panoramic view of the restaurant unfolded before them. Charlotte stepped inside, her demeanor akin to that of a treasure hunter, while Kingsley trailed behind, ensuring she didn't stumble.

Once they settled into their table, Charlotte glanced back and queried, "Hey, where's Carl?"

Kingsley responded with a subdued tone, "He didn't join us."

"Why not?" Charlotte blinked in disbelief, a hint of bewilderment in her pretty eyes.

Kingsley regarded her steadily and softly inquired, "Are you concerned about him?"

"Of course," Charlotte replied earnestly. "He's the one you're with."

Kingsley's expression softened involuntarily, and he offered a faint smile. "He's fine; he simply didn't want to intrude. After all, this is... our first date."

"A date...?" Charlotte nearly stumbled over her words.

A warmth infused Kingsley's gaze as he clasped his hands together.

The door to their private room swung open, and a line of waiters entered, each carrying a tray with identically sized boxes.

Charlotte was taken aback. "What are these?" she inquired.

A smile curved Kingsley's scarlet lips, the coolness dissipating from his demeanor, leaving only tenderness behind. He looked at Charlotte and gently suggested, "Why don't you open one and see for yourself?"

Feeling inexplicably nervous, Charlotte approached the trays, took a deep breath, and opened the first box.

Inside lay a beautiful crown.

The craftsmanship was exquisite, the style contemporary and fashionable. If Charlotte recalled correctly, this crown was one of the showpieces from a recent foreign auction, the 'Treasure of the World.'

"This is..." Charlotte murmured, a mixture of amazement and surprise evident in her voice, "This is the 'Treasure of the World' crown?"

Kingsley nodded and delicately placed the crown atop Charlotte's head.

He gazed at her, his eyes serious as though he were beholding his most precious treasure.

"This is your first birthday present, commemorating the day eighteen years ago when you came into the world and became my salvation," he said.

Charlotte was stunned, her eyes growing teary.

Without delay, Kingsley opened the second box to reveal a pair of exquisitely crafted crystal shoes.

"As you turn two and begin to toddle, thank you for every step you take," Kingsley said, his voice filled with emotion.

Charlotte covered her lips, her eyes already moist.

Next, Kingsley unveiled a beautiful necklace with a finely crafted pendant. "Indulge me in my selfishness; I wish to keep you close by my side for eternity," he confessed.

Then came the fourth, and the fifth... Each gift, meticulously chosen by Kingsley, not only held significant value but also represented the deepest emotions of his heart.

He longed to keep her by his side forever.

With each gift, Charlotte's eyes grew blurry with tears, her heart overflowing with emotion.

As time passed, each minute felt profound and unforgettable.

Finally, Kingsley presented the last gift—an empty box containing a ring with a mysterious crest carved upon it.

"This is my family crest and my personal token. Use it to access all my resources and influence whenever you need," Kingsley declared, his gaze intense, tinged with nervousness he couldn't hide.

"Charlotte, I give myself to you, at eighteen," he declared solemnly.

"Will you accept it, never to turn back?" His intense gaze sent a shiver down Charlotte's spine, igniting a warmth within her.

She stepped forward, her hand reaching out to grasp Kingsley's trembling fingers.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, she whispered, "This is the most perfect gift I've ever received. I'm honored and blessed to be loved by you."

Kingsley gazed at her, overwhelmed with emotion, and then enveloped her in a tight embrace, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

Little did she know, he considered himself the lucky one.

After years of solitude, she was his guiding light, the one who kept him going.