Both the man’s eyebrows and eyes were razor-sharp; under his wolf-like eyes was a high nose bridge, and his thin lips were pursed into a sneer. Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, he had an aggressive and intimidating aura around him, making it hard to approach him.
So this is the rumored ugly-looking man?
Charlotte was slightly stunned, and only after the atmosphere had tensed up that she sat up from the bed while avoiding his eyes. Then, she said guiltily, “O-Of course I am Christina Wilson…”
“Heh.” Kennedy’s eyes grew colder as he took out an envelope from his pocket and threw it in front of Charlotte.
She carefully picked it up and opened it, only to find that it was full of photos and information about her sister, Christina Wilson.
So, he knew my true identity from the very beginning?
Charlotte’s grip on the envelope tightened a little before biting her lower lip. Then, she glanced at Kennedy calmly with her black, shiny, impenetrable eyes.
“Did the Wilson family think that they could fool me just because I’m crippled?”
Charlotte lowered her eyes and defended herself softly, “I’m also the Wilson family’s daughter…”
“The daughter who just got divorced? Does the Wilson family take the Moore family as a recycling station?” Kennedy’s eyes turned cold again.
His sarcastic and straightforward words reminded her of the terrifying night a month ago. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to use the pain to remind herself not to lose it.
However, before she could calm down, the man lashed out coldly again, “I’ll give you five minutes to get out of the Moore residence.”
“What?” Charlotte looked up, and her eyes met his jet-black ones.
If she were to be chased out, the Moore family would definitely hold grudges against the Wilson family. Her entire family depended on her, so even if she was reluctant to stay, she couldn't just stand and watch the Wilson family get ruined by her.
After calming down, Charlotte plucked up the courage to look directly at him and said, “I know that this marriage was arranged by your parents. You don’t really care who you marry. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have agreed to this marriage. Rather than marrying again, you should let me stay. I promise that I won’t get involved in your life.”
As soon as she said that, Charlotte raised her hands as a token of guarantee. Her eyes were filled with determination, but cautiousness was written all over her face as if she was afraid that he would not accept her proposal.
She looks like...
Kennedy narrowed his eyes as he looked at her.
In the end, he curled his thin lips into a smile. “Do you really want to stay that badly?”
Charlotte looked at his grin, and her instinct told her something was off, but she still nodded in response.
that he had encountered greedy women like her who were willing to replace their sisters and marry into the Moore family
fixed at the person on the bed as he said, “I will give you a chance to
Charlotte’s eyes, she heard
stared at the man beside
“Don’t tell me that a divorced
Charlotte clenched her
latter had always used the excuse that he was busy to avoid sleeping with her. Then, one night a month ago, she caught Aldrich and an enchanting pregnant woman
nightmares started from that
out his hand to tear off the quilt she was holding in front
“Ah!”
to cover her body before wrapping herself up as if someone was
cold voice sounded hoarse as he started to be filled with lust. Then, he chuckled. “You suck at acting innocent.” With an icy look in his eyes, he continued, “If you can't
“Wait a minute!”
ruthless back, Charlotte was so anxious that she got out
his back, “You can't do it anyway, so why are you torturing me like this?! Isn't it better for us to live in
to
then threw her a stern look from
a dormant
pounce forward to kill
What’s going on?
could this clearly disabled man be emanating such a
.
wheelchair and was slowly approaching
wrapped in a quilt,
that, he quickly raised one hand and clasped her thin, fair wrist, while snatching away the quilt
immediately fell onto
through his
In a panic, Charlotte tried to cover her body as she said
to panic as the hot masculine aura on him surrounded
vigorous, domineering,
reminded Charlotte of the man in the car at that time. The aura on his body was as oppressive as the
face turned pale, she would never forget that
witnessing her husband’s betrayal, she was loitering on the streets dejectedly when she was suddenly caught and dragged into a car
screamed, but all her resistance
within an