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!”
Just as she was about to fall to the ground, a pair of strong hands helped her up in time.
Still in shock from the fall, Charlotte looked up, and a pair of gentle eyes met her eyes.
“Are you alright, my dear sister-in-law?”
“Sister-in-law?”
“I’m Kennedy’s brother. My name is Manfred,” Manfred Moore said softly.
Before Charlotte could answer, she heard an icy voice: “It seems like I’ve arrived at the wrong time.”
‘This voice…’
Charlotte looked over to the source of the voice to see Nathan pushing Kennedy over; Kennedy sitting in his wheelchair with a thin blanket covering his legs. Although he was in a wheelchair, he still looked like a proud king.
His eyes were cold, and his gaze fell on Charlotte’s face like a blade. Meeting his icy stare, Charlotte couldn’t help but shiver.
Only then did she realize she was still in Manfred Moore’s arms. She quickly took two steps back to increase her distance from him before lowering her head guiltily.
“Kennedy, it’s rare to see you home.” Manfred Moore smiled at his younger brother.
However, Kennedy treated him with a different attitude; he merely nodded with no expression on his face. “Manfred.”
“Alright then, I’ll be on my way for now.” With that, Manfred Moore looked at Charlotte and spoke gently. “Sister-in-law, I have to go to work now, so I’ll be leaving now.”
Hearing that, Charlotte nodded blankly and watched Manfred Moore leave. As she turned away from Manfred, she heard Kennedy mocking her.
“Are all divorced women this desperate? You just can’t wait to seduce men, can you?”
Hearing such accusatory words, Charlotte came back to her senses. “What did you say?”
Kennedy’s eyes were pitch-black and there were dark shadows under his eyes. Charlotte could feel his hostility toward her.
Charlotte bit her bottom lip. “I’m not as nasty as you think.”
“Really?” Kennedy asked, a sarcastic smile on the corners of his lips. After all, women who couldn’t keep their men were the lowest of the low. “How can you say a woman who got remarried right after her divorce isn’t nasty?”
Charlotte balled her hands into fists, anger welling inside her.
Did he really think she was the one who wanted this? They had forced her to marry him.
“You better keep your promise and maintain your distance from the Moore family. If I find out that you are doing despicable things under the name of the Moore family, or have any wicked intentions toward my family, I’ll make you suffer.”
Before Charlotte could respond, Kennedy turned and called out to a man behind him.
“Nathan.”
Nathan stepped forward and wheeled Kennedy away.
After they left, a maid came over and curtsied to her. “Ms. Christina, the old master wants to see you.”
‘Old master? Kennedy’s grandfather?’ Charlotte’s palms sweated as she stood there.
Her mother told her before she left that no one in the Moore family had seen either Christina or Charlotte before, which was why they married her off instead of Christina.
‘Now that I’m going to meet the Old Master, will I be exposed?’ Thinking about all of that, Charlotte followed behind the maid nervously.
“Ms. Christina, please. The old master is waiting for you,” the maid said and gave another curtsy out of respect.
With that, Charlotte thanked the maid and walked cautiously into the study.
The study was styled with classical decorations and bookshelves, just like she’d imagined it would look. There were all kinds of pens, ink wells, and paintings on the shelves, making the room look solemn.
Charlotte only took a brief look at her surroundings before immediately redirecting her gaze toward the person in the room. “H-Hello, Old Master.”
Charlotte’s eyes met the shrewd gaze of the Old Master of the Moore family.
He didn’t say anything and shamelessly giving her a once-over.
Remembering that she was supposed to be Christina, Charlotte suddenly became nervous and lowered her eyes at a loss, for fear that Old Master Moore would see the guilty conscience in her eyes.
She’d temporarily placated Kennedy, but what if Old Master Moore found out she wasn’t Christina?
“Christina.”
“Huh?” Charlotte raised her head reflexively, then quickly lowered her head after meeting the old master’s gaze.
Mr. Reynold’s eyes were sharp and he spoke in a serious tone. “Kennedy has been in poor health since he was a child. Since you’re married to him, you need to take good care of him in the future. I don’t have to teach you your responsibilities as a wife, do I?”
“I understand.”
“From tomorrow onward, you’ll work with Kennedy as his assistant.”
Hearing what the old master said, Charlotte raised her eyes in surprise. “But-”
“It’s been decided. You’ll go with Kennedy when he goes to work tomorrow and stay by his side!”
He did not give Charlotte a chance to refuse at all. Old Master Moore had decided himself and waved his hand, signaling her to leave.
Though Charlotte was reluctant, to avoid unnecessary disputes or exposing her true identity, she decided to quit her original job and follow Old Master Moore’s arrangement.
The next morning, Old Master Moore ordered Kennedy to take Charlotte with him to the office.
“I know the reason you’re not willing to hire an assistant, but since Christina is already your wife, let her be by your side to take care of you.”
The fact that the tone Old Master Moore spoke to Kennedy was the same as when he was talking to her surprised Charlotte.
What’s going on? She assumed they would be close to each other since they’re a family.
While she was deep in her thoughts, Charlotte felt an intense glare on her and she knew who it was immediately.
Kennedy looked at her sarcastically and said, “Sure.”
Charlotte was a little surprised because she was sure he would refuse.
“Well, go ahead.” Reynold’s expression softened a little.
Kennedy sat in his wheelchair, expressionless, while Nathan nodded. “Old Master Moore, we’ll head to the company first.”
Charlotte had no choice but to follow Kennedy.
When they were in the garden, Kennedy sneered.
“You’ve established such a good relationship with Old Master Moore so quickly! You want to keep an eye on me, don’t you?”
Charlotte was stunned and frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Humph!” Kennedy sneered. “It’s better for you not to understand what I mean. Otherwise…”