Chapter 70
Charlotte saw this scene and couldn't help but twitch her lips. Coming back to her senses, she immediately took a step back, frowning: "What are you doing standing at my door?"
"I'm thirsty, and there's no water in my room."
Alexander spread his hands, looking somewhat innocent, but his words were extremely matter-of-fact: "So I could only come find you."
Hearing this reason, Charlotte was speechless for a moment, her face tense: "Don't tell me there's none in the kitchen."
Noticing her disdain, Alexander looked down at his bare chest, the meaning quite obvious.
"This probably won't work, right? What if someone sees me and thinks I..."
"Fine."
Charlotte really didn't want to hear any more of his twisted logic. She rubbed her temples with a headache: "Wait here, I'll get you some."
"Okay."
Alexander smiled slightly, his eyes full of triumphant satisfaction.
Charlotte quickly returned to her room, got him a glass of water, and handed it over: "Drink it quickly, I have things to do."
At these words, the air fell silent for a few seconds. The next moment, Alexander spoke again: "My hand hurts, can't hold it steady."
At this, even someone as slow as Charlotte understood he was doing this on purpose. Her brow twitched involuntarily, anger surging in her chest.
But then, thinking of something, it turned into a sigh.
Whatever...
His injury was indeed related to her, she couldn't deny that!
Comforting herself with this thought, she snorted coldly and pressed the glass directly to his lips: "Drink."
Seeing this, a hint of amusement flashed in Alexander's eyes as he obediently lowered his head.
His warm breath sprayed on Charlotte's fingertips, making her hand tremble slightly.
But soon, she steadied herself, her expression cold.
Watching the water in the glass gradually disappear, Charlotte finally withdrew her hand: "Alright, now that you've finished drinking, go back to sleep. Stop wasting my time."
With that, she was about to close the door, but Alexander's body suddenly squeezed inside, blocking it.
"What are you doing?!"
Charlotte's eyes widened suddenly, staring at the person in front of her in disbelief.
Alexander's eyes darkened, staring at her intently. After a long while, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Thanks for the water, and... good night."
As his footsteps gradually faded away, Charlotte seemed to snap back to reality, slapping the door shut and rubbing her slightly reddened earlobes with one hand.
"Why did he get so close?! What a charmer!"
She cursed bitterly, then took several deep breaths to suppress that inexplicable emotion in her heart.
The next morning, when Charlotte came downstairs, Alexander was already sitting at the dining table eating.
Hearing her footsteps, the man looked up.
Seeing that she didn't even glance at him, he raised an eyebrow slightly and found a topic: "Today's the first round of the finals, right?"
"Yeah."
Charlotte didn't want to look at him, deliberately keeping her head down as she pulled out a chair and sat across from him.
"Want me to drive you?"
"No need, Jason will pick me up."
Charlotte took a sip of milk, her expression calm.
"Oh, alright then."
Seeming to notice her deliberate coldness, Alexander wasn't bothered. He chuckled softly: "I'll wait at home for you to come back."
His voice was gentle, and his words carried deliberate ambiguity.
As if he were the man of the house!
Charlotte frowned, too lazy to deal with him. After quickly finishing breakfast, she got up and left.
Half an hour later, she arrived smoothly at the World Design Competition finals venue in Jason's car.
As soon as Charlotte opened the car door, she saw the surging crowd in the distance, along with flashing lights from various media outlets, with noise rising and falling.
At that moment, Chloe and Mandy were surrounded by a group of reporters, their faces wearing triumphant smiles.
"Ms. Johnson, we heard that you and Ms. Miller were unanimously favored by the judges and directly advanced to the finals. Are you confident about winning the championship?"
"Of course."
Chloe stood tall, her eyes confident and calm. "Mandy and I will naturally use our strength to prove that the championship throne belongs to us."
"Is that so, then..."
Listening to the reporter's questions, Chloe caught sight of Charlotte just entering from the corner of her eye, her expression slightly gloomy.
"She actually dares to come."
Mandy also noticed the newcomer, her lips curling slightly with some disgust.
Chloe snorted coldly. Her expression unchanged, she smiled as she dismissed the reporters, then walked toward Charlotte: "Charlotte, I thought you wouldn't come?"
Hearing this clear voice, Charlotte, who was about to enter, paused in her steps and looked over coldly.
Although Chloe wore a smile on her face, the provocation in her eyes was undisguised.
She snorted lightly, "You can come, so why can't I?"
"I..."
Hearing her mocking tone, Chloe was about to retort, but the next moment, as if suddenly thinking of something, she curved her lips: "Since you're also here to compete, then I wish you good luck."
"After all, this time's champion will definitely be me!"
What big talk!
"Well, I'd like to see how you win this championship."
Charlotte crossed her arms, her eyes containing a hint of mockery.
She first looked at Chloe, then glanced at Mandy, who had been staring intently at them: "Better not try to be clever and end up hurting yourself!"
Leaving these words behind, she immediately withdrew her gaze and walked toward the special passage to the side.
Having heard her words clearly, Mandy's expression changed slightly, glaring fiercely at that slender figure.
"She didn't even make it to the finals, yet she dares to talk big here?! How ridiculous!"
Hearing her friend's cursing, for the first time Chloe didn't echo her, instead frowning and falling into thought.
Soon, after all the contestants entered the competition venue, the stage lights dimmed, leaving only a spotlight on the host in the center.
"Welcome everyone to the World Design Competition finals! Today we will witness the birth of a new generation design star! Who will it be?!"
As the words fell, the lights on stage began flashing continuously. The people below, caught up in the atmosphere, breathed somewhat rapidly and cheered uncontrollably.
"Now, let's enter the first round of the finals. This round's theme is—'Daybreak'! Please, contestants, according to your drawn numbers, come on stage in order to present your works! Afterward, the media will score them."
"Number one..."
After a tense series of presentations, it was soon the turn of number twenty-three, Chloe.
The moment the host called this name, Chloe's body trembled slightly, then she went on stage with a perfect smile.
After bowing to the judges below, she began introducing the artwork displayed on the screen behind her.
"My work uses black, white, and gray as the main colors. This touch of gold represents a ray of light in the darkness, sacred and peaceful, tearing through all conflicts..."
The judges below, listening to Chloe's introduction, couldn't help but nod repeatedly, giving extremely high praise.
"Clever design, mature technique, very rare. I give it 9.8 points."
"Bold use of color, but blended very appropriately, 9.5 points!"
"...9.9 points..."