Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife novel Chapter 16

Charlotte didn’t dare to return home anytime soon. She killed some time in Diana’s place before reluctantly returning home at night.

While on the way, she was thinking of a plan to avoid talking to Kennedy. She was going to swiftly take a bath and bury herself under the blanket and switch off the lights. She figured that Kennedy wouldn’t drag her out of the bed seeing that she was asleep.

However, what she didn’t expect was that Kennedy had come home earlier than usual.

When she entered the house, Kennedy had just finished washing himself. Nathan was standing behind him while he dried Kennedy’s hair using a towel. Upon seeing Charlotte, he only eyed her for a second before averting his gaze.

He was totally ignoring her presence.

Charlotte thought that this was a good thing for her. She headed to a corner and fetched a set of clothes before going into the bathroom.

Charlotte wasted a lot of time in the bathroom because she was dreading the prospect of facing Kennedy.

Suddenly, a knocking sound on the bathroom door broke her reverie.

Charlotte was still thinking about something when a cold voice sounded outside the door.

“Do you think that this bathroom belongs to you? How long are you still going to be inside there?”

Charlotte almost jumped out and slipped upon hearing that. Luckily, she managed to cling to the wall in time.

“I’ll come out in a minute.” Charlotte turned off the shower tap and hurriedly wiped her body dry with her towel. She changed into her clothes with one smooth motion before going out.

She wanted to shy away from him but unfortunately, Kennedy wasn’t going to allow that to happen.

When she was out of the bathroom, her hair was still moist and they were jumbled up messily. Her damp hair hung on her shoulders, and the moisture seeped into her newly changed clothes.

“Are, are you planning to use the bathroom? I’m done.”

After saying that, Charlotte sneakily circled around him in an attempt to put some distance between him and herself.

With a sudden noise, her wrist was grabbed by Kennedy abruptly.

Charlotte widened her eyes instinctively as she stammered while staring at his hand, “What, what are you doing?”

Kennedy let out a scoff as his other hand slowly turned the wheels of his wheelchair. He faced him and announced, “Charlotte, the promised time has come.”

His voice was unperturbed yet menacing.

Charlotte was really bad at lying. She answered him in a tiny voice without even meeting his eyes, “I know that. I’ve already gotten rid of the child.”

Yes, she was that stupid.

In the end, she didn’t come up with any feasible solution to her problems.

She also had no clue as to how to convince Kennedy to accept her child.

Sure, she didn’t know the origin of this child, but she knew very well that the moment this life form appeared inside her, that child was one with him ever since.

If she could easily kill off this child, wouldn’t that make her into a murderer?

“Is that so?” Kennedy let out a cold laugh, and the pitch of his voice was slightly raised.

Charlotte was so nervous that her eyelashes were visibly trembling. Her voice got even softer, “I-I-I have really aborted the child…”

After saying that, with trembling hands, Charlotte produced something that resembled a bill and showed it to Kennedy, “This is the proof that I’ve miscarriage. Take a look.”

Kennedy didn’t reach out to take that sheet of paper.

A foreboding sense of uneasiness lingered in the air.

Charlotte’s head hung low, and her still wet hair was dripping water from time to time onto the floor.

“I’m being serious.” Charlotte added, but her voice was lacking confidence.

Kennedy frowned upon hearing that.

Sensing that she might really puke, Kennedy loosened his grip.

The next second, Charlotte sprang up like a winded spring and dashed off in the direction of the bathroom.

Kennedy watched her tiny figure enter the bathroom and leaning over the sink to vomit out the contents of her stomach. His expression turned even uglier and his gaze was clouded with hostility.

Charlotte continued to vomit like there was no tomorrow. The bitter taste that uniquely belonged to a medicine tablet wouldn’t disappear in her mouth. This revolting sensation caused her to throw up again and again.

However, luck was in her favour. That tablet finally came out of her system. She didn’t ingest it after all.

Charlotte was only able to return to her normal self after god knew how long. At that juncture, she was so tired that her body felt so weak. She forced herself to clean up the bathroom briefly before collapsing onto the toilet bowl.

Despite the fact that she had taken a bath not too long ago, her forehead and neck had beads of cold sweat on them.

Her belly felt so painful…

Charlotte subconsciously cupped her belly.

She was sure that she didn’t swallow that tablet, so why did she feel so painful in her stomach? Could it be that she had after all ingested a little part of that medicine and it was already starting to cause some changes inside her body?

When she thought of this possibility, Charlotte’s eyes darted around nervously.

She stood up lethargically from the toilet bowl and staggered all the way as she exited the bathroom.

Kennedy pressed his lips into a line, “Where are you going now?”

Charlotte didn’t answer him as she continued to inch forward.

“Stop right there!” Kennedy barked. Charlotte indeed froze upon hearing his call as her tiny frame was seen hesitating for a moment. The next second, without any warning, she flopped to the floor like a doll.