It was a pair of hands, warm and strong, that firmly held up Charlotte as she fell.

Everything seemingly turned quiet for a while, when brightness gradually returned to her eyes against her terribly pale face.

The straight and sinewy legs came into her sight, leading her to the face of the rescuer above her.

It was a man with deep eyes, cold and sharp eyebrows, pursed lips, exuding hostility in the air. Though sitting on a wheelchair, he possessed a natural imposing manner that seemed strong enough to overwhelm all around him.

The crowd couldn’t help but step backward as they stood in awe of him, looking at the unexpected arrival with astonishment.

Who was he?!

Faint and transfixed, Charlotte was sitting there, staring up at Kennedy Moore, who kept holding her up.

“You ... you’re still here?”

She thought that he should have left due to her looked bad in those dresses, but it turned out that he didn’t.

“Won’t you get up?” His pitch-black eyes focused on her, as he asked in a low voice.

The words brought Charlotte back to earth. Just as she intended to stand up following his gesture, a burst of tearing sound came from below - the dress with embroidered skirts, which was heavy enough to strip her off in public if she proceeded.

“Oh, no.”

With a deep frown and unpleasant eyes, Kennedy was glued to her.

embarrassment, “The skirt ... the skirt will fall off,

narrowed his eyes, sizing

was at this time! Would Kennedy

pondering, she was covered by a jacket. Surprised, she raised her head, her frightened eyes

“You ...”

“Won’t you get up?”

squared herself with his suit jacket on, and stood up with the help of

sweetness right into her heart, which faded away and left a

on the jacket, dispelling her nervousness and anxiety, giving her a feeling that

years, she felt she was being protected

“Who pushed her down?”

as water cutting through stones deep in

treated Charlotte harshly until she thought the man in the wheelchair had left, as she had bad vibes about him. She guessed he

back. What was

rolled her eyes, recalling what had just

ask, who

cold voice sounded

when he

and pass the buck to the saleswoman, “It’s none of our business. It’s the clerk who made the accusation. We just came to see what

intentionally ruined the dress and

the villain, she waved her hands in a panic, trying to defend herself, “No, sir, the lady knocked into the wall by accident and then fell down and

her eyes. Indeed it was the fault of no one else but herself,

Kennedy sneered disdainfully and raised his voice, “So none is shirking

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