Fled With CEO’s Twin Babies

This class was the most torturous class Charlotte had ever attended.

The professor teaching the class seemed to be very familiar with Joe, calling on him to answer questions. Joe confidently stood up and answered all the questions correctly.

As aresult, the gazes directed at Charlotte and Joe became increasingly ambiguous.

Charlotte glared at Joe in annoyance.

Joe quickly leaned in and whispered, “You wanted to ride that motorcycle, right? After class, we'll go. How about that?"

Enter title... Charlotte’s eyes immediately lit up, “Really?”

Joe nodded and resisted the urge to ruffle her hair.

Finally, when the class ended, Charlotte didn’t give her classmates a chance to gossip and swiftly dragged Joe out. “They didn’t follow us," she said, relieved, as they reached a pavilion.

Joe looked at Charlotte with a hint of helplessness, “Do you really not want people to see us together?"

Charlotte rolled her eyes at him, “Don’t you know your own charm? If those who admire you see us together, I’m afraid they'll tear down my dormitory bed."

Joe looked at her for a moment and suddenly asked, “What about you?"

Charlotte looked at him in confusion, “What do you mean?"

“| have many admirers, are you one of them?" Joe asked Charlotte directly. Charlotte shook her head straightforwardly.

Joe wasn’t surprised by her answer, just smiled wryly and didn’t say anything more. He handed Charlotte a pink helmet, “Get on the motorcycle."

Charlotte was surprised that he had prepared a helmet for her, and upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a matching couple’s helmet.

“What's wrong?"

Joe raised an eyebrow at her.

His teasing look was too obvious, so Charlotte gritted her teeth and put on the pink helmet.

What's the big deal about a couple’s helmet? Joe’s lips curved into a faint smile as he revved the motorcycle and sped off.

Charlotte, wearing the pink helmet, sat on the back of the motorcycle, feeling the wind rushing past her ears.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

As the motorcycle weaved through traffic, Charlotte silently held onto Joe's waist, feeling the muscles beneath her palms.

Amischievous glint flashed in Charlotte’s eyes as her fingers unconsciously moved around Joe’s waist, but she was quickly caught by Joe.

“That’s dangerous!"

Joe warned sternly.

Charlotte quickly straightened up and behaved herself.

The two of them quietly savored the wind and the feeling of freedom. “What are you thinking?"

Charlotte couldn’t help but ask.

Joe smiled slightly, “I’m thinking, what’s the use of so many people’s admiration? As long as | have one person’s heart, that’s enough."

Although he didn’t specify, Charlotte knew he was referring to her.oogle.com/document/d/17WEHNwjqz2- Grfet3Si94mjxuTIE_IWPELDcYWBIqSO/edit?hl=vi