Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife
Chapter 11 The Game Rules Were Set by Him

"Let me give it some thought."

In the end, Diana sent Charlotte back to the Moore family house.

"Three days will come and go in the blink of an eye. Lottie, make up your mind fast, and give me a call."

Diana's words echoed by her ears, and Charlotte had a heavy heart at the moment.

"If you want to continue staying with the Moore family, you have to abort the child."

"Lottie, the Wilson family can't have two failures as their daughters!"

Charlotte studied herself in the mirror.

What should she do later? Was she left with no other alternatives other than getting rid of her child?

While still thinking about this, she heard footsteps coming from outside. Charlotte immediately tensed up, and as she flung open the door to the bathroom, she saw Kennedy entering the room.

Their eyes met, and almost instantly, Charlotte averted her gaze. She nervously headed to the far corners of her room.

"Stop right there." His cold voice sounded.

Charlotte stopped short in her tracks, as if her feet were glued to the floor. She didn't dare to move an inch.

"Have you made up your mind?" Kennedy had a mocking smile playing around his lips. His gaze was as dangerous as the ones possessed by a leopard.

Charlotte intertwined her fingers while biting her lip hard, "Didn't you give me three days?"

"Do you really think that I have the patience to wait for that long?"

Kennedy slightly raised his tone, and his gaze was even more venomous now.

Charlotte couldn't help widen her eyes, "Are you not planning to keep to your word?"

Her eyes were written with shock and incomprehension. Kennedy narrowed his eyes and let out a cold laugh, "If you want to play this game with me, I will accompany you. However, the rules are set by me." Did he refer to this ordeal as a game? This was a new life in her belly, but in actuality he viewed this ordeal as a game.

"If you feel indignant and frustrated, all the better. Pack up your things and get lost from the Moore family."

When she heard this, Charlotte slowly clenched her fists.

He was provoking her now in order to make her leave the Moore family on her own volition.

Since there was still time left until their promised time, Charlotte decided not to have a meaningless argument with him. She turned around and headed the opposite direction while starting to prepare her bed. Kennedy half-expected her to fly into a rage and argue with her, but to his surprise, despite her eyes written with indignation and fury, she was able to swallow her frustrations. All traces of her emotion were gone like the wind. She instead chose to turn her back on him.

She was completely ignoring his presence.

He felt unsatisfied after his verbal punch had landed on nothing!

"Nathan, you can leave now."

Nathan froze slightly when he heard that, "But Mr. Kennedy, I haven't helped you to..."

"Didn't she want to be my wife? You can leave this task to her."

Charlotte who was tidying her bed paused and then she stood up.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Tell her about the duties of being my wife."

Nathan glanced at Kennedy with doubts in his eyes. He couldn't see what Kennedy was going with this, but he still followed his orders anyway.

"Mr. Kennedy's legs are not fully healthy, so you shall standby whenever he is taking a bath. You have to be able to attend to any of his requests and do whatever Mr. Kennedy asks you to do." Even after making sure his message was clear, Nathan was still worried about leaving Kennedy to her. He inched closer towards Charlotte and muttered something by her ears.

Charlotte listened intently, but the more she took in, the more embarrassed she felt. Her face slightly blushed as she bit her lip, "Do I really have to do this?"

Nathan couldn't read his concerns as he replied squarely, "Of course. Make sure you do a good job, or else you would have to face Mr. Kennedy's wrath and risk getting thrown out of the house." Charlotte was shocked by his warning and she nodded profusely, "I understand now."

After sending out some reminders, Nathan bid Kennedy farewell, "Mr. Kennedy, I will take my leave now."

"Alright."

After Nathan came out of the room, he still couldn't really be rest assured, so he glued his ears against the door to listen to the movements inside the room.

There was only Kennedy and Charlotte left in the room.

Charlotte recalled what Nathan had told her, and her face blushed once again.

"What are you standing there for? Come here!" Kennedy suddenly barked.

Charlotte jumped up at his voice. She then walked nervously towards him.

"Why are you trembling?" Kennedy saw her shaking with fear and couldn't really reprimand her. He then gave another order, "Push me to the bathroom."

Charlotte listened to him and pushed him to the bathroom.

The bathrooms in the house were massive, and they were probably built to accommodate Kennedy's handicap. However, when she finally pushed him into the bathroom, the whole place felt colder because of his chilly aura.

She had an illusion as if the whole bathroom had shrunk.

Charlotte asked carefully while trying to remember what she had been told by Nathan, "Where are your clothes? Let me go get them."

"My pyjamas are in the first drawer. Bring me that blue one."

"Alright." Charlotte turned around and came back to the room to get his blue pyjamas. When she came back to the bathroom, Kennedy was already stark naked from the waist up. Charlotte was mildly shocked by his appearance, and she let out a shriek while covering her eyes.

"Why are you screaming for no reason?" Kennedy frowned.

"Why did you take off your clothes?"

Kennedy was unhappy when he heard her words. He turned around and discovered that that woman was still rooted to the floor, not daring to come close to him. He looked downwards and got a good look at himself, and an ironic smile appeared at his lips.

"What, are you trying to act innocent?"

Charlotte wanted him to put back his clothes, but her words caught in her throat. He was right. How could he take a bath when he didn't take off his clothes?

With such a thought in her mind, Charlotte shut her eyes and sucked in a deep breath.

She was trying to brainwash herself. They were already a couple! Before she married into the Moore family, she thought that she was mentally prepared already. She couldn't get weak-footed at this juncture. With such a thought in mind, Charlotte turned around and her expression had returned to normal.

"I have brought you your clothes. Is there anything else I should take note?"

"Take off my clothes."

Charlotte froze for a while before stepping forward.

"Help me unbuckle my belt."

Unbuckle his belt?

Charlotte examined Kennedy and discovered for the first time that he had a chiselled chest and flat stomach. Since he was crippled, she thought that he would not be shaped since he wouldn't be able to work out with his body in that state.

"Why did you stop? Didn't you hear me?" Suddenly, his voice sounded out of nowhere.

Charlotte met his sharp gaze and she nodded frantically. With trembling hands, she tried to remove his belt.

However, she never had any experience with belts, so no matter what she did, the belt wouldn't come undone... Kennedy's eyebrows furrowed further.

He watched this woman who was now clad by a layer of cold sweat. She looked very nervous and lost.

"Hey, you must be doing this purposely, right?"

"Huh?" The more nervous Charlotte was, the more difficult the belt felt like. She was so nervous to the point that she even sounded like she was sobbing, "I, I really don't know..."

Her hands were so delicate and smooth, and her skin was radiating warmth that permeated to his body. Kennedy's eyes darkened and a storm seemed to be brewing in his eyes. "Can, can you do it yourself? Ah!"

Before Charlotte could finish her words, without any warning, she was pulled by him into his embrace.