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New Second Marriage

  • Chương 9

Chapter 9 Charlotte, You Are Pregnant​





















“What are you trying to do?” Charlotte wanted to exit this place, but she was immediately stopped by them.


“Don’t…don’t touch me. Let me go!”


Before she could react, one of them suddenly swept her off her feet and carried her on his shoulder while dashing off to outside. The others followed closely from behind.


The others present on the scene were dumbstruck by what they saw. They couldn’t figure out what was going on.





In the Moore Group…


“Mr. Kennedy, there is finally news from the hospital.”


Nathan didn’t have time to care about the situation in the waiting room as he rushed into the room and reported the news. Kennedy was tending to a very important client and he was initially unhappy with Nathan’s intrusion. However, his taut brows relaxed upon hearing what he had say.


“There’s finally news?”


Nathan eyed the other person there before nodding gravely.


The next second, Kennedy suddenly said coldly, “Mr. Norton, I am sorry to say that I have some urgent matters to attend to at the moment. I’ll arrange for someone else to tend to you.”


Without even waiting for his client’s answer, Nathan immediately pushed Kennedy who was sitting on a wheelchair out of the room.


After getting in the car, Kennedy asked with his brows knitted, “What’s the situation?”


“Mr. Kennedy, didn’t you ask me to wait for news from the hospital? One of my subordinates fetched me a piece of news that he had seen a strangely dressed woman who wore a huge hat and a mask looking very suspicious in the gynaecology department. There was no one else accompanying her.”


Upon hearing that, Kennedy narrowed his eyes menacingly.


That was definitely her!


“We have caught her, and she is now at the West Riparian Villa.”





“What the heck do you want to do? Let me down!” Charlotte was being held on a man’s shoulder and being carried all the way. Her head was dizzy from the constant lurching of the man’s movements. She was on the verge of puking.


To her relief, she was being forced to board a car, but after a short journey, she was once again being carried on that man’s shoulder and after a lot of jerking around, she was finally placed on the ground.




“You are kidnapping me! However, I can tell you that I don’t have anything valuable on me, so don’t even think of…”


She couldn’t continue her sentence when she laid eyes on someone who was now in front of her.


She stared at him in disbelief.


Kennedy?


Why was he here?


Nathan was standing behind him while looking at her expressionlessly. On the other hand, Kennedy had a very frosty expression on his face, and he was exuding a very cold aura.


A single sharp gaze from him was enough to force Charlotte into submission. She couldn’t help but lower her head.


She was lucky that her face was concealed by her hat, mask and glasses. Kennedy probably didn’t recognize her at first glance.


Still, that didn’t solve the mystery of him sending someone to capture her and bring her here.


Could it be that he had known about her pregnancy? So her existence was a nuisance for him?


When she reached this conclusion, Charlotte’s face changed drastically!


She was actually in the Moore family because she was a replacement for Christina in the first place. Kennedy was pretty upset about this fact, so if he discovered that she was pregnant, he would definitely expel her from the Moore family.


When she thought of this, Charlotte pushed away the men surrounding her and started to run.


“Get her back here.” Nathan immediately called out.


Kennedy studied her petite frame and recalled that fateful night a month ago. His gaze deepened as he instructed, “Make sure she is not hurt.”


Nathan nodded and relayed the message to his men, “Be careful when you’re dealing with her. Don’t ever hurt her.”


Charlotte was never a match for those men in black clothing. They were Kennedy’s well-trained subordinates. In no time, she was captured with ease and brought back.


Charlotte’s movements were restricted and no matter how she writhed, she could not escape their grasp.


Kennedy continued to examine her with his grave eyes. Then, with a slight lift of his chin, Nathan understood his gesture and pushed his wheelchair forward.


Charlotte gawked at him getting closer to her at every passing second, and her heart started to beat wildly.






This was disastrous. She was going to be found out.


Although Kennedy was sitting in a wheelchair, he had a large figure, so he didn’t seem really short compared to Charlotte who was standing. With just a raise of his hand, he was able to reach her mask.


Charlotte widened her eyes in fear while tilting her head away.


Kennedy’s hand slowly approached her once again and Charlotte responded by widening her eyes and trying to dodge him.


He went back and forth in such a way as if he was the cat and she was the mouse being pursued. He couldn’t help letting out a low but sweet-sounding chuckle.


“Are you really that fond of playing a game with me?”


What was… going on?


Charlotte stared at him in disbelief.


Was he still the cold and expressionless Kennedy from before? She couldn’t understand his gentleness at the moment.


When she was still in a daze, Charlotte’s mask was suddenly removed by Kennedy without any warning at all.


“Ah!” Charlotte let out a shriek as she reflexively wanted to cover her face with her hands, but only realizing that her arms had been pinned. There was no way she could cover her face now.


Kennedy was still giving out an aura of gentleness previously, but the moment her face was exposed after the removal of her mask, that gentleness in his eyes were gradually replaced by a chilling coldness.


After a pause, he squinted as he asked, “Why are you here?”


Charlotte was dumbfounded for one moment. He didn’t know about her true identity before capturing her?


“You’re asking me that? Aren’t you the one who has sent someone to capture me here?”


Upon hearing that, Kennedy looked like something occurred to him at that moment. He narrowed his eyes at her.






“What were you doing in the hospital?”


Charlotte felt something catch in her throat. She was never good at lying, but she forced herself to lie with wariness in her eyes, “I got a cold. I was seeing the doctor at the hospital.”


“Oh?” Kennedy raised his eyebrows while letting out a cold chuckle, “You’re telling me you’re seeing the doctor? In the gynaecology department? Tell me, what did the doctor say?”


Charlotte was at a loss for words.


This was not good.


How should she continue this farce?


Charlotte bit her lip and after wracking her brain hard, she suddenly retorted “What about you? You never know that it is me whom you’re capturing for. So why did you send your men to bring me here?”


After hearing that, it was Kennedy’s turn to freeze on the spot.


He wouldn’t have foreseen this coincidence. He was looking for that woman from one month ago, but he didn’t expect his underlings to capture Charlotte instead. To top it off, she was captured in the gynaecology department too.


When his mind wandered to the notion “gynaecology department”, a sinister look entered his eyes.


“Charlotte, are you pregnant?”


His sharp words immediately elicited a reaction from Charlotte. Her face paled instantly as her lips started to tremble. She stared at Kennedy with wide eyes in disbelief.


“I see, seems like I am right on the mark.” Kennedy laughed coldly, “No wonder you’re so anxious to take your sister, Christina’s place in marrying into the Moore family. It turns out that you’ve brought a baggage with you and is looking for someone to suffer with you.”


Nathan who was standing behind Kennedy immediately launched into a rage while clenching his fists hard.


“What do you see Mr. Kennedy as? I can’t believe you’re actually marrying into the Moore family with a child in your belly. I can finally see through your façade, with you acting so suspiciously in the gynaecology department. You must have never thought that we would catch you red-handed right there and then.”


Charlotte didn’t know how to defend herself.


She initially wanted to end this matter as stealthily as possible, but out of nowhere, a group of men suddenly held her captive and brought her here in a flash. To this moment, she was still befuddled with what was going on.


‘That’s not right, Charlotte. You had to think through everything with a clear head.’


She must be calm now!


Charlotte forcibly suppressed the fear threatening to break her apart from within as she stubbornly looked Kennedy into his eyes, “Why do you think that going to the gynaecology department means that I’m pregnant? You know very well that I am someone who has remarried, so I have a history of related illnesses. What’s wrong with going to the hospital for a check-up?”


The moment she ended her sentence, Kennedy abruptly grabbed her chin.


His voice was so rigid and cold as if it was a message from hell.


“It seems that you will never learn your lesson.”
 
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