Chapter 6

• Charlotte was so fatigued that the room spun as she walked and was on the verge of giving up, not knowing how many cups of coffee she had prepared. Kennedy had left as she carried the coffee into the meeting room.
• Had he not mentioned if Charlotte had passed his test and instead made a complete exit?
• After setting the coffee on the table, Charlotte turned around and went in search of Kennedy.
• She observed Kennedy's vehicle pulling out of the Moore Group parking garage as she reached the ground floor of the office building.
• And she was left behind once more.
• Charlotte gave herself a mocking laugh.
• That's what she should have expected.
• A silver-white automobile pulled up in front of her as she was walking down the street with the intention of hailing a cab.
• The automobile window was ajar. Manfred's kind and attractive face came into view.
• "Christina, let me drive you home."
• After a long moment of shock, Charlotte gradually shook her head and gave him a faint grin. "No need."
• Kennedy would suggest Charlotte was casually hitting on people if he spotted Manfred assisting her.
• "Get in, you've been running around for several hours, you're probably pretty exhausted."
• Manfred unfastened his seatbelt and exited the vehicle to facilitate her entry. He truly was a gentleman, and it would be foolish of others to reject his generosity.
• Charlotte hesitated for a short while before deciding to get in the car.
• "Thanks."
• "No problem." With a soft smile, Manfred gave her a quick look before pulling away.
• "Don't forget to fasten your seatbelt."
• Silent the whole way, Manfred drove Charlotte back to the Moore residence. He let her out of the car at the front of the house without asking her anything about her day or herself.
• Charlotte made her way upstairs to her room slowly.
• She was still enjoying how kind Manfred was to her.
• They were brothers, the two of them. Why, though, did their personalities differ so much?
• Charlotte froze as she walked into her room. Her bag was carelessly thrown upon the floor in the center of the room.
• After staring at it for a few moments, Charlotte raised her head to face the intruder.
• "Who said you could fill my house with your stuff?"
• After a little period of silence, Charlotte moved forward to prop her bag upright. "You sort of did. You departed without exchanging words?"
• Kennedy had left her alone the whole night of their wedding, and Nathan had rolled him out of the room. She therefore assumed he would not return.
• "Well, this is my room."
• Charlotte said nothing. Biting her bottom lip, she said, "But I'm your wife."
• "A wife who marries me under her younger sister's name?"
• Charlotte could not find words. It seemed he would not let her remain in the space. He obviously hated her a great deal based on his words and deeds, but she had nowhere else to turn.
• When Charlotte realized all of that, her eyes begged for his attention. "Please, if you could just let me stay in this room's corner, would you? I don't need more room; I simply need the corner."
• "No!"
• Charlotte said, "But Grandpa will find out if I leave," as her face became white.
• Kennedy issued a directive. Nathan took a step forward. "Ms. Wilson, please leave; don't make me do something you'll regret."
• Charlotte nibbled on her bottom lip. "Is this really not negotiable?"
• Kennedy's ferocious, flashing eyes made her think of a wolf.
• Following a brief exchange of glances, Charlotte pivoted and hauled her bag out the chamber. After her, Nathan shut the door.
• "Mr. Kennedy, it seems she really shrinks back from difficulties and is choosing to give up."
• Kennedy's lips twisted contemptuously. She seemed so determined to him, but she gave up so quickly.
• She is extremely vulnerable, haha.
• "Have you sent your men to the hospital?"
• Kennedy questioned quickly.
• Nathan looked different, saying, "No, not just yet."
• "Then why are you still standing around here?"
• "I'll get right on it!" With a quick step, Nathan left the room.
• He noticed Charlotte was still standing at the door with her bag as he closed the door behind him. With a scowl, he walked away.
• Nathan went in search of Kennedy the following day. He could not contain his surprise when he saw Kennedy's door wider.
• Kennedy was asleep when he tiptoed into the room, shook him up, and assisted him getting ready for the day.
• Nathan, though, was forced to mention what he had witnessed halfway through. "Mr. Kennedy, Ms. Wilson..."
• Kennedy winced at the mention of Charlotte's name from Nathan. His aura brightened immediately.
• "Mr. Kennedy, it's not that I mentioning her deliberately, but she.." After he ran out of time to continue circling the issue, Nathan said, "I think you should go and take a look by yourself."
• "Alright, roll me out then."
• Kennedy was astonished to see the woman sleeping in the doorway with her jacket thrown over her like a blanket, even though he had braced himself for what he was about to witness.
• Charlotte had slept with her back to the wall, with her luggage next to her and a jacket over her. Probably from fatigue, her body sagged to the floor.
• She tried to cover her body with the jacket, but she shivered because of the cold in the hallway. Her pale face was the portion of her that was visible.
• Her pale skin gleamed in the sunlight. She had left her hair sleek and straight, without any specific style. She looked innocent, with a few strands of hair glued on her forehead.
• As she stared at her trembling figure, Kennedy began to feel a little sorry for her.
• After a short while, he turned to face Nathan icily. "Wake her up."
• Kennedy's directive startled Nathan. "How do you want me to wake her up?"
• Kennedy said, "Is there any special way to wake someone up?"
• Nathan approached Charlotte, lifted his foot, and gave her a soft butt kick.
• Kennedy's voice became cold and his features darkened instantaneously. "What are you doing?"
• Perplexed, Nathan turned to face Kennedy again.
• "I'm waking her up." He dabbed at his nasal bridge. "Do you think I'm not kicking her hard enough, Sir? I have more kicks for her."
• Nathan felt that Kennedy ought to despise Charlotte to the hilt.
• "I told you to wake her up, but I never told you to hurt her." Kennedy was going to explode with rage, but he controlled his anger.
• "Got it!" At last, Nathan understood what he meant.
• Without delay, he bent down to give Charlotte a gentle shoulder shake. After being shaken for some time, Charlotte finally opened her eyes with much difficulty and fell asleep like a log.
• "Ms. Wilson, it's already morning, wake up."
• Was it not already morning? She remained disoriented for some time before sitting up and appearing to be thinking about what had happened the day before. Glancing around, she saw that the hall was already well lit. She then gave her eyes a massage. She had not intended to spend the entire night outside Kennedy's room. Time rushed by.
• A question was tossed coldly at her as she was still attempting to make sense of what had transpired.
• "Who said you could sleep in my doorway?"
• When Charlotte looked up, she found Kennedy glaring at her.
• Then, a moment later, she murmured, "I have nowhere else to go," and wrapped the jacket securely around herself.
• Charlotte had slept on the floor all night without a suitable cover, so her voice sounded rather nasal.
• "So, instead you chose to make an ass out of yourself by sleeping here?"
• Stubbornly, Charlotte bit her bottom lip and raised her head to meet Kennedy's icy stare. "If you think I make an ass out of myself, you should've let me sleep in your room instead."
• "You..."
• Kennedy ran out of things to say. Unexpectedly, she ventured to dispute with him.
• Charlotte kept her eyes fixed on him.
• Her face appeared unusually pale now, in contrast to the previous night. It appeared as though she was ill. Kennedy's heart strangely melted at her somewhat fragile expression, and he snorted.
• "Let's go."
• Nathan moved in front of the wheelchair to push it. "Mr. Kennedy, what about Ms. Wilson?"
• Kennedy pivoted and glanced rearward. His eyes were piercing. "Don't make an ass out of yourself at the door."
• Charlotte got up, holding her jacket, after the two of them had left.
• His last statements implied that he would let her into the room, correct?
• It didn't matter if the response was yes or no. She chose to go in and get ready for the day since he had departed.
• Charlotte became sick to her stomach while she was cleaning her teeth. Before she could finish brushing her teeth, she braced herself against the sink and vomited multiple times.
• Charlotte felt cold after washing her mouth, so she had a hot shower. She took a hot shower, but her cold feeling persisted. She was unable to talk normally since her throat was too raw from discomfort.
• She was even a little lightheaded.
• After giving it some thought, Charlotte headed to the hospital to pick up some medication.