Chapter 1445


    Chapter 1445 The Heartless Jerk


    “Jess, I really didn''t do anything,” Charlotte said. “After Sean saved mest time, I didn''t have the


    chance to thank him. What''s wrong with inviting him out for a meal?”


    She paused for a moment before continuing, “Didn''t you ask me to find someone from the Gaudette


    family? He''s quite eligible and is in a position of power.”


    Jessica''s lips moved slightly in an attempt to speak when Charlotte cut her off. “Mary''s house is


    situated close to my condominium. I''ll have Sasha stay with me for a while.”


    She knew that Jessica was a suspicious person. If she stayed there for the night, thetter would nag


    her again after a while.


    In pursuit of some peace and quiet, Charlotte helped Sasha pack a few sets of clothes. She quickly


    stowed the living room toys into a box, then hopped in the car and drove back to her own condominium


    right away.


    Sasha looked around the condominium. “Is Uncle Jerry not here?”


    “He''s not around. We broke up,” Charlotte said as she opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of milk,


    poured a cup, and put it in the microwave to heat up.


    Sasha immediately said, “Just as expected. Your bad temper must have driven him away, Aunt


    Charlotte.”


    “He broke up with me, not the other way around. Don''t nder me,” Charlotte said, pinching her niece''s


    chubby cheeks. She then picked thetter up and carried her to the bedroom for a bath.


    After taking a bath, Charlotte slipped into a set of silk pajamas and returned to her bedroom with a


    warm ss of milk in hand.


    Sasha was standing on a chair, curiously eyeing the rectangr box on the table. She was well-


    behaved and didn''t mess around with it.


    “Aunt Charlotte, what''s inside this?”


    “It''s a calligraphy scroll.”


    Sasha took the milk and gulped down a big mouthful. She licked the milk stains around her mouth and


    asked curiously, “What is a calligraphy sheet? Is it like the notebook we use for writing?”


    Sasha was now in the senior ss of kindergarten, where the teacher was teaching them to recognize


    simple characters and how to write them.


    Charlotte didn''t know how tomunicate with such a child. Hence, she opened the box, took out the


    calligraphy scroll from inside, and unfolded it for Sasha to see.


    “Do you recognize any of the characters?”


    Sasha stared at the calligraphy scroll for a long time, then shook her little head. “I don''t recognize it.


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    The characters this person wrote are like messy drawings. They''re really ugly.”


    Charlotteughed joyfully, “This is a form of calligraphy. Of course a little rascal like you wouldn''t know


    how to appreciate it.”


    She wasn''t fond of calligraphy or paintings, nor did she understand the nuances of regr or official


    script. She also found no appeal in the various calligraphy works of different calligraphers.


    However, Jerry''s elders were fond of Edouard Frenhofer''s calligraphy works, indicating that they must


    have some understanding of calligraphy. In order to hold a conversation with his family in the future,


    she specifically brushed up on her knowledge of calligraphy.


    She was so good to Jerry, but in the end, he still broke up with me.


    “What a heartless j*rk.”


    “What''s a j*rk?” Sasha faintly heard her aunt''sint and looked up quizzically at her.


    Charlotte, fearing that the little one might pick up her bad habits, simply said it was nothing.


    After finishing her milk, Sasha watched as Charlotte rolled up the calligraphy scroll and put it back in


    the box. “Aunt Charlotte, why did you buy this scroll? Do you really like it?”


    “I don''t like it, but Jerry''s family does.” Charlotte pouted. “I bought it intending to give it to him as a


    birthday gift. Well, turns out he doesn''t care for it. No matter. I can sell this scroll for quite a bit of money


    still.”


    Sasha didn''t understand. “Why isn''t Uncle Jerry interested?”


    “You''re just a little rascal. Where do all these questionse from?” Charlotte patted Sasha''s bottom


    twice. “Keep asking and I''ll make you sleep alone and let the boogeyman crawl into your bed at night...”


    Sasha was frightened and quickly rushed over to hug her. “I won''t ask anymore, Aunt Charlotte. Please


    don''t scare me.”


    Charlotte let out a wickedugh.


    When Charlotte woke up the next day, she found the bed to be warm and cozy. She sleepily snuggled


    towards the other side of the bed, wondering why Jerry''s chest muscles, which were usually firm, felt


    so small and soft in her embrace.


    Waving her little hands, Sashained, “Aunt Charlotte, I can hardly breathe with your chest


    pressing on me.”


    Charlotte quickly let go of her hand.


    Seeing her niece''s face turn beet red, she chuckled awkwardly. “I thought you were Jerry. My


    apologies, sweetie.”