Chapter 3 3

Charlotte slept alone in the empty room the whole night.

It seemed Kennedy had accepted her proposal-them being husband and wife on paper, but not getting involved in each other's life.

Charlotte got dressed and headed downstairs to find a group of servants busy working.

She was just about to step forward and ask them where the kitchen was when a broom appeared under her feet suddenly. Charlotte failed to regain her balance, staggered, and fell forward uncontrollably.

"Ah!"

She was about to hit the ground when powerful hands lifted her up just in time.

Charlotte looked up, still in shock from the fall, and was met by a pair of kind eyes.

What's going on, my lovely sister-in-law?"

"Sister-in-law?"

Kennedy's brother, here.

Manfred Moore whispered, "My name is Manfred."

A cold voice said, "It seems like I've arrived at the wrong time," The voice said before Charlotte could respond.

When Charlotte turned to see the source of the voice, she saw Kennedy being pushed over by Nathan and that the man had a flimsy wheelchair.

He had a blanket over his legs. He appeared to be a proud monarch despite being in a wheelchair.

His steely eyes bore down like a dagger on Charlotte's face. Charlotte shivered as she met his cold gaze.

She didn't aware she was still in Manfred Moore's arms till after that. She hurriedly took two steps back to put herself further away before dropping her head reproachfully.

"It's unusual to see you at home, Kennedy."

At his younger sibling, Manfred Moore grinned.

Kennedy, on the other hand, had a different approach toward him; he simply nodded without making any facial expressions.

"Okay, I'll continue on my journey for the time being." Manfred Moore then turned to face Charlotte and murmured softly, "Dear sister-in-law, I have to go right away because I have to go to work."

Charlotte heard that and watched Manfred Moore go away while giving a blank nod. She heard Kennedy making fun of her as she swung away from Manfred.

Are divorced women in general this hopeless?

"You simply must be itching to woo men, don't you?"

When Charlotte heard such damning remarks, she regained consciousness. The question "What did you say?"

Kennedy had heavy circles beneath his eyes and completely black eyes. Charlotte sensed his dislike for her.

Biting her lower lip, Charlotte. "I'm not as evil as you think," I

"Really?" Kennedy enquired while sporting a sardonic grin on his lips. After all, the lowest women were the ones who couldn't keep their husbands.

"How is it possible to suggest that a lady who remarried soon after her divorce isn't nasty?"

Intensely angry, Charlotte balled her hands into fists.

He said she desired it, but did he truly believe that? She had been coerced into marrying him.

You'd better stick to your word and keep your distance from the Moores. I'll make you suffer if I learn that you are carrying out heinous deeds in the name of the Moore family or harbor any evil motives toward my family.

Kennedy turned before Charlotte could react and yelled to a man standing behind him.

"Nathan."

Nathan moved forward and swung his wheel and Kennedy was gone.

A maid arrived after they had left and bowed to her. The elderly master requests to see you, Ms. Christina.

The old master? Kennedy's grandfather?

As she stood there, Charlotte's palms began to perspire.

Before she went, her mother informed her that Charlotte was chosen for marriage over Christina since no one in the Moore family had ever seen either of them before.

"Will I be revealed now that I'm going to see the Old Master? Charlotte cautiously followed the maid in her wake as she gave all of it a second thought.

"Please, Ms. Christina. The maid answered with another curtsy, "The old master is waiting for you."

After saying her goodbye to the maid, Charlotte stepped warily into the study.

Like she had anticipated, the study was decorated with bookshelves and classical accents. The space appeared solemn due to the abundance of pens, ink wells, and paintings on the shelves.

Charlotte glanced around the room for only a moment before turning her attention to the person in the space.

Greetings, Old Master.

Charlotte's eyes met the Old Master of the Moore family's astute stare.

He silently observed her while not hiding his gaze.

Charlotte was abruptly anxious and lowered her eyes in perplexity as she realized she was Christina.

She was afraid Old Master Moore would see the shame in her eyes.

Kennedy had been briefly appeased, but what if Old Master Moore discovered she wasn't Christina?

"Christina."

"Huh?" After involuntarily raising her head to meet the old master's stare, Charlotte hastily lowered it.

Mr. Reynolds spoke in a serious manner and had piercing eyes. "Since he was a little child, Kennedy has had poor health. You must look after him in the future because you are married to him. I don't have to explain to you what your duties as a wife are, do I?"

"I get it," she said.

"Starting tomorrow, you'll serve as Kennedy's assistant?"

Charlotte's eyes shot up in shock as she heard what the elderly master said. "But-" "

"It was decided. You'll accompany Kennedy to work tomorrow and remain at his side."

He gave Charlotte no opportunity to say no. Old Master Moore made the decision for himself and motioned for her to depart with his hand.

Charlotte was hesitant, but she ultimately made the decision to leave her previous position and adhere to Old Master Moore's plan in order to prevent unnecessary arguments or disclosing her true identity.

Old Master Moore gave Kennedy the order to bring Charlotte to the office the following morning.

"I understand why you're reluctant to hire a personal assistant, Let her stand by your side to look after you since she is already your wife."

Old Master Moore spoke to Kennedy in the same tone that he used to speak to Charlotte, which caught Charlotte off guard.

What is happening? She figured that since they were a family, they would be close.

Charlotte was lost in concentration when she felt an intense stare coming her way; she immediately recognized the person.

Kennedy gave her a mocking glance and responded, "Sure."

Because she felt certain he would decline, Charlotte was a little taken aback.

"Okay, go ahead." Reynold's face became a little more sympathetic.

In his wheelchair, Kennedy sat.

Nathan was expressionless but nodded. "We'll head to the company first, Old Master Moore."

Kennedy had no choice but to follow Charlotte.

Kennedy scowled while they were in the garden.

"You have gotten along so well with Old Master Moore so rapidly! Do you intend to keep an eye on me?

Charlotte scowled in surprise. "I have no idea what you're referring to."

"Humph!" Sneering, Kennedy. "It's better if you don't get what I'm saying.

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