Chapter 2 2

The man kept looking at her with his cold eyes. His thin lips were curled into a sneer and he gave her such an unapproachable look.

"So he is indeed Kennedy Moore?"

Charlotte was really stunned. A while later, after the atmosphere she sat up on the bed while trying so hard not looking at Kennedy Moore.

When he didn't speak, she finally spoke up breaking the silence between them.

"I'm Christina Wilson."

"Haha. Still lying. How about this?" Kennedy pulled out an envelope from the pocket of his suite and threw it at her.

Charlotte immediately took the envelope from the floor and opened the envelope, as the went trough the information on the envelope it was all about her sister.

"If this is the case, can it be that all this whole before the wedding he already knew about her identity?" Charlotte thought.

Charlotte scratched her palm and as she felt the pain from it, Kennedy laughed; making her to look at his face instantly.

Although this man possessed such an unapproachable aura, he was very handsome and was like a painting in an art work.

"What do the Wilson family take me for. A fool? Or the fact that I am crippled means that they can play with my intelligence. Wow. Such a smarty move from them." Kennedy said.

Charlotte dropped the envelope on the bed and whispered, "But how does it make any difference. I am also a daughter of the Wilson family."

"Hmm. The same daughter who just got divorced not long ago? Do your family think of the Moore family as a recycling bin?"

The sarcastic words from Kennedy Moore made Charlotte recall a very terrible time in her life. She scratched her palms so hard and felt droplets of blood gushing out, at the same time trying to use the pain to keep herself composed.

Nothing could be more painful that the fact she got caught. What would Kennedy think of her now?

"In three minutes I want you to get out of the Moore residence." Kennedy said with his eyes turning cold again.

"What?" Charlotte looked up and she caught his cold eyes starring at her.

If it turns out that the Moore family chased her away now, it was also possible that because of her family's deceit the Moore family might not want to help them

Solve their bankruptcy issue, something her family was counting on her for.

And even if she was against the marriage, she couldn't just allow her family go up in flame. So it was only better she star back.

Charlotte master up the courage and looked at his cold eyes while saying, "This marriage was arranged by your parents and I know you don't care who your bride is otherwise you won't have given your consent to this marriage. Rather than chasing me away, why don't you allow me to stay. I promise that I won't meddle in your life or cause any problem to you."

As Charlotte spoke, she raised her hands in defense to prove her innocence. There were a glint of determination in her eyes as she spoke yet, she still had a doubt that he would easily agree to what she said.

After listening to what she said, Kennedy laughed.

"Do you really want to live in luxury and bear the name as the daughter in law of the Moore family. How shameless!

It wasn't the first time that he encounter a greedy woman like her, who was willing to become a substitute bride in hopes for wealth.

But after thinking for a while, he finally concluded and said" Fine. I will give you a chance to stay."

"Really?" There were smiles on Charlotte's face as she asked him.

"But you have to satisfy me sexually."

Shocked, Charlotte looked at him in disbelief.

This man was truly shameless!

Charlotte immediately frowned her face.

"Don't you understand what I mean? Don't tell me that a divorced woman like you don't understand when a man says you should satisfy him sexually. I mean you have to please me first, then I can reconsider letting you stay in the Moore residence."

Understanding what he meant, The nails on Charlotte's hands dug into her palms from her extreme hand clenching.

Aldrich had been her husband for two years, but he had never slept with her because he was too busy.

Then, a little more than a month ago, she witnessed Aldrich having sexual relations with a stunning pregnant woman on their marital bed.

Her nightmares began as soon as she...

"Speak!" Kennedy became impatient with her silence. The quilt she was holding out in front of him was torn away by his hand, exposing the body of the fair woman.

"Ah!"

In a panic, Charlotte snatched the quilt and wrapped herself in it as though she were a peasant in some distant nation.

Kennedy's eyes darkened even more when he caught a glimpse of Charlotte's seductive beauty, and his angry voice grew husky with passion. Then he laughed. "You're awful at appearing innocent." He continued, a cold glare in his eyes. "Get the hell out of here if you can't do what I ask of you!" He then turned away and pushed the wheelchair.

"Wait a second!"

Charlotte was so anxious as she peered at Kennedy's cold and merciless back that she slid out of bed while still being covered by the comforter.

She yelled behind his back. "Anyway, you can't do it! Why are you punishing me in this manner?

Isn't peace of mind better for all of us? Additionally, you save the hassle of getting remarried.

Kennedy paused at her comments as his wheelchair came to a stop. Although his head was slightly tilted in her direction, his body was immovable. Then, as his mischievous voice crept closer to her, he sent her a severe glance out of the corner of his eye. "Who is it that says I can't do it?"

In the pitch-black night, Kennedy's eyes were seething flames like a latent beast.

It appeared as though he would charge and rip her.

throat out if she said another word.

'What's going on?' How could a clearly disabled man be emanating such a powerful

aura?

Kennedy had already turned his wheelchair around and was slowly approaching her, his eyes as dark as night.

Seeing his sudden change of demeanor,

Charlotte, who was wrapped in a quilt, took two steps back subconsciously.

Before long, Kennedy, who was in his wheelchair, rolled to a stop in front of her.

His hand darted out and clasped her thin, fair wrist while snatching the quilt away from her body with the other hand.

"Ah!" Charlotte slid into his lap without delay.

What did you just say, exactly? Kennedy spoke through his icy lips with her in the center of his attention.

"It's said that you're impotent," Charlotte tried to hide her body as her face reddened and she struggled to escape his hold. Say "Let me go!"

Charlotte was startled by his sudden approach as his hot, masculine aura enveloped her. How ferocious, aggressive, and hazardous! Charlotte was reminded of the man in the automobile by the sensation. Charlotte's face grew pale, and the aura emanating from his body was just as oppressive as the lap she was presently sitting on. She wouldn't soon forget that embarrassing evening.

A month ago, she was skulking around the streets after seeing her spouse betrayed.

she was loitering on the streets dejectedly when a man caught her and pulled her into a car. Everything spiraled out of control after that.

She had fought and cried, but all of her efforts had been in vain against his enormous, scalding palms.

She was treated like a rag doll and pushed to the brink of death.

He abruptly stole her first experience during a gloomy night. What's more, she was unable to identify the man.

So you're going out of your way to be my wife, eh?

Her body tensed as she realized the man was frantically thrusting his manhood against her after being startled back to reality by the sound of his voice in her ear.

Only a month earlier, she had gone through a horrific tragedy.

Charlotte suddenly had sweat running down her forehead. She responded, "Let me go first," covering her chest with one hand and pushing against him with the other.

It's very risky for him to be lustful right now!

"Heh." Why are you so anxious, Kennedy scoffed? Is this the first time for you?

Don't push me past my breaking point, Charlotte stared angrily at him.

"You can only stay one more time if you please me," I said.

Charlotte's cheeks lost all color as her lips quiver.

Charlotte eventually found the fortitude to look into his unwavering gaze and did her best to fight the sensation of guilt as She showed the man in front of her her body. Then she extended her shaking hands to unbutton his shirt.

Two buttons instead of one.

She suddenly felt sick to her stomach.

"Blech!" Charlotte began to sneeze violently.

He held her chin with one hand as a deathly aura emanated from his body as soon as she finished speaking, sending a stinging pain across her jaw.

Are you sure I'm that repulsive?

It's not like that.

Charlotte was crying, either from pain or from concern; "I've already come this far. Now I can't fail! I must succeed in remaining in the Moore residence."

"I just-argh!"

Kennedy shoved her away before she had a chance to defend herself. "Bitches like you who try to act innocent disgust me even more!"

-Kennedy turned back and wheeled himself away without glancing at Charlotte, who had collapsed on the ground.

Charlotte gently bit her lower lip after noticing he had left.

"I should be able to stay at the Moore home since he didn't ask me to do so."

She went back to the bed and rewrapped herself in the quilt.

After ten minutes she sighed with satisfaction that no one was chasing her out of the house. She appeared to be successful.