Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 93 A Pretty Mole

Chapter 93 A Pretty Mole

Anyway, Waylon refused to teach Charlotte. He thought, "After all, I'm at life's full flowering. I want to live for so many years." He directly took his mobile phone and left.

Charlotte stood there blankly for a while, holding the gun in her hand, not knowing what to do.

Nelson rested his jaw with one hand and asked, "What's the matter?"

Charlottedada walked over and replied, "Mr. Colton said he has something to deal with, so he can't teach me anymore."

Nelson gave a response indifferently.

Charlotte looked at him cautiously and asked, "Then Mr. Clark, can you teach me?"

Nelson achieved his purpose and asked rhetorically, "What about tuition?"

"What? Do I need to pay the tuition fee?" Charlotte's face puckered, and she suddenly remembered something. With her flushed face, she pressed her lips and then bent over to kiss Nelson's cheek. She said, "That's it."

Nelson felt that Charlotte was really clever and wanted to tease her again. He deliberately raised his eyebrows and said, "I mean you give me money. Why are you kissing me?"

Charlotte felt her face burning immediately. She held her fingers tightly and said tensely, "But... But I don't have any money..."

"Have no money?" Nelson looked up at Charlotte's slender neck and saw the pretty mole on the left side, which made his throat itchy.

He stretched out his hand to stroke Charlotte's mole. Seeing Charlotte widen her eyes like a frightened little animal, he couldn't help but laugh. Then he pulled Charlotte into his lap and whispered, "Let me kiss you, and I won't ask you for money."

Charlotte stared at Nelson and then asked blankly and sincerely, "Mr. Clark, are you sexually harassing me now?"

Nelson didn't answer but just asked, "Then will you pay the tuition or not?"

Charlotte, who had nothing to do in the face of Nelson, could only close her eyes tightly.

Nelson kissed Charlotte's mole on her neck gently. He just touched it and then left. Then he said in a husky voice, "Your mole grows in the wrong place."

Charlotte touched her neck subconsciously and whispered, "My mother said the same words."

Nelson smiled and asked, "Did your mother also think this mole is attractive?"

Charlotte didn't speak.

She felt her face burning and thought, "Maybe my face is turning red like a monkey's ass now. How could he say that?"

"My mother said it was not good for me that the mole grew here..." Charlotte stammered and explained, "When I was a kid, a fortune-teller said that the two moles on my body grew in the wrong place and that they would cause me to be short-lived and suffer many setbacks during my life."

A touch of displeasure flickered in Nelson's eyes. He said, "I think it's pretty."

"I think so too." Charlotte nodded and said very firmly, "We should be firm materialists! Believe that fate is in our own hands!"

Nelson was speechless.

He thought. "Is she being stupid because of studying? All right, she's lovely, and she's right."

Nelson stood up and Charlotte realized that she was sitting on his lap. She was taken aback. Then she instinctively put her legs around Nelson's waist and put her arms firmly around his neck, with a scream.

"Take it easy. I won't let you fall." Even with such a position, Nelson still walked very fast. He said casually, "Why are you so light? You only eat a little every time, no wonder you can't grow tall."

Charlotte was told twice that she was not tall. She felt aggrieved and retorted, "I eat a lot every day! I had two bowls of porridge in one meal yesterday!"

Nelson looked at Charlotte coldly and said, "Just two bowls of porridge. I fed you in person, otherwise, you would eat nothing."

Charlotte didn't know what to say.

Nelson put her on the ground and said, "How did Waylon teach you?"

Charlotte made a shooting position.

Nelson said casually, "In fact, posture doesn't matter, and that just fools laymen. The most important thing is to keep your hands steady."

He raised his delicate chin with cold and sharp eyes, like a good-looking yet cruel evil in the depths of hell, so charming.

Charlotte secretly withdrew her gaze, pretending to be listening intently, and nodded.

Nelson said overbearingly, "Take a shot."

Charlotte said okay and pulled the trigger at the fixed target in front. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

A bang sounded!

Charlotte's hands were numb by the recoil. She didn't even hold the gun steady, and the gun hit the ground directly.

Nelson squinted and asked, "Are you okay?"

Charlotte rubbed her red palm and shook her head. "I'm okay. I just didn't expect the recoil of the gun to be so great."

Nelson took Charlotte's hand, frowned, and said, "Medusa's recoil is relatively low. If it's a submachine gun..." He paused and continued, "You won't use it anyway. Does it still hurt?"

"No." Charlotte shook her head. At that moment, she felt some pain, but she felt more that her hands were numb.

Nelson bent over and picked up the gun. Then he said, "If you want to hit every shot, you must first understand the gun, such as its ballistic trajectory, recoil force, range, and so on." Nelson hugged Charlotte's thin body from behind and held her hands with both hands. "Try it again."

However, it was difficult for Charlotte to concentrate half-hugged by Nelson. She was so shy, especially when she smelt the familiar fragrance of woody amber from his body.

Nelson gave a low smile. He was so close to Charlotte that she could hear his husky voice very clearly, and her earlobes slowly turned red.

Nelson patted Charlotte's forehead with a smile, "Concentrate on it."

"I am very attentive." Charlotte concentrated with a guilty conscience and continued, "I'm listening."

She took a deep breath, looked directly at the target in front, and pulled the trigger again.

Certainly, she still didn't hit the shot, but she didn't feel much recoil this time because Nelson held her hands. She probably adapted to the numbness and didn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

Nelson said lightly, "Take a few more shots, and then practice your aiming after you can control the recoil."

Charlotte nodded.

Nelson let go of her hands. He stripped another two guns and advised her from time to time, and she was very happy when practicing shooting. Until 5:30 p.m., Nelson looked at the watch and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Charlotte's arms were aching and limp, so she had to put down the gun in her hand. She asked with distrust, "Won't we go back to have dinner tonight?"

Nelson immediately assembled another gun, chuckling, "I'll take you out for a meal. What do you want to eat?"