Chapter 53:
Finally, Nathan complied with the order and left. He closed the door behind him with consideration for Kennedy as he left, the room was silent again. Kennedy laid the towel on the desk and pursed his thin lips.
“Can you solve problems with your tears?”
Charlotte’s tears were still sliding down her face. Even though she had been wiping them away for a while, they were still falling, so she withdrew her hand and sketched a grim smile, “If you can’t reconcile with her, just fight back. Tears…they’re the most useless thing in the world.”
Although Charlotte was drunk, she could hear someone speaking to her indistinctly. However, she couldn’t make out what exactly they were saying. All she could feel was that her head was going to explode. Feeling sick, she opened her eyes with difficulty, but saw a tall, thin figure entering the room.
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It was a… familiar figure.
But who was it?
Her eyelids and mind were so heavy that Charlotte closed her eyes and fell asleep immediately.
The consequence of the hangover was the headache.
When Charlotte woke up the next morning, her head still hurt so much that she sat up with her head covered in her hands. It was when she saw the brightness of the room that she slowly calmed down.
After sitting mute for about ten seconds, Charlotte rolled over and looked at Kennedy’s huge bed.
He was lying upright, clearly not yet awake.
Charlotte tried to grab her phone, but it wasn’t under the pillow, so she had to get out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. When she passed by the desk, she realized it was covered with her belongings.
Charlotte looked at the clock and it was still quite early.
She washed her face in the bathroom and felt the headache getting better.
In the mirror, Charlotte took in the appearance of her face: dark circles under her eyes, pale face, messy hair and puffy eyes. She looked awful in every way….. Charlotte reached her hands up to cover her face. It was unbelievable, how could this happen?
Charlotte almost thought she was looking at a real ghost, so she pinched her cheeks hard to give her face some color, then applied the damp towel to her eyes until they were less puffy.
Now that she was barely presentable, Charlotte let out a sigh and walked out of the bathroom.
As she passed Kennedy’s bed, Charlotte couldn’t help but glance at her. A scene suddenly flashed through her mind, a tall, slender figure walking across the room.
At the thought, she instantly froze in place.
She had been drunk last night, had she hallucinated? However… why was that scene so clear? That figure seemed to be him, but….
Charlotte’s gaze fell on the nearby wheelchair.
He had been in the wheelchair the whole time and she had helped him earlier.
Apparently, he was completely disabled.
Was she drunk and confused? Or was she… dreaming?
Charlotte rubbed her sore forehead and went back to bed, intending to sleep a while longer.
As Charlotte lay down, a few more images burst into her mind. She threw herself into Kennedy’s arms at the bar, throwing her arms around his neck; she wrapped her arms around his waist in the car; and…. they kissed in the elevator.
The images ended there. Once she pieced the broken images together, Charlotte could almost guess what had happened.
She was having a nervous breakdown, lying there, not daring to move.
The night before she had had too much to drink. It hadn’t occurred to her that she’d had that much to drink. Did she used to be like that too? No. She had never allowed herself to pass out. He would cook and shower when he got home, then go to bed.
Last night, though, why did he do it?
Was it because she had been too sad? Or was it because she thought Kennedy was a man she could trust, so…?
Charlotte was in emotional turmoil, her eyes closed and her mind a jumbled mess.
However, the rampant thoughts failed to overcome the drowsiness. Charlotte fell asleep. When she woke up again, she was awakened by noise in the room. Charlotte opened her eyes, sat up and discovered that Kennedy was already up and washing up in the bathroom.
Charlotte rolled over and pulled the quilt over herself.
She felt too embarrassed to see anyone for having done something so humiliating the night before.
She was too depressed.
She had to wait for him to leave before she got up. It would be better if they didn’t see eye to eye. Charlotte made up her mind and let out a sigh finally.
The bathroom door opened and there was the sound of the wheelchair.
Charlotte lifted the bedspread and peeked through the crack between the bedspread and the bed, and saw Kennedy sitting in the wheelchair, as expected.
How was it possible for Kennedy to get up? She must have been drunk or mistaken.
Wait. Why was that wheelchair coming toward her? Charlotte suddenly dropped the quilt and pretended to be asleep.
“Get up if you’re awake.”
Kennedy said coldly. Charlotte lay still and pretended not to hear, closing her eyes and telling herself she was sleeping.
“Are you embarrassed?”
Charlotte’s whole body shuddered, did he know she was awake?
“Weren’t you in high spirits last night?” continued Kennedy.
Charlotte bit her lower lip. She remembered, so what? She pretended she didn’t know anything.
After a while, there was no sound outside. Charlotte felt strange and peeked her head out quietly. The place where the wheelchair was was empty. It seemed that Kennedy had left.
Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief, finally lifted the quilt and climbed out of it.
It was almost suffocating her…
After lifting the quilt, Charlotte stood stunned in her seat. The man she thought was gone was actually sitting there, but in a different position.
Their eyes met in the air, and the situation was extremely uncomfortable.
Silence…
One second, two seconds… Charlotte bit her lower lip, and the next second she jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.
“Are you embarrassed about what happened last night?”
However, Kennedy’s words stopped her steps immediately. Charlotte turned around. She wanted to run out, but changed her mind. She stood still and clenched her fists in silence.
“No.”
Charlotte bit her lips. Her gaze fell on Kennedy’s handsome face, his red lips quivering slightly.
“Thank you…for taking me back last night.”
Hearing that, Kennedy raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes to look at her.
“You seem to remember what happened?”
“Almost, mostly,” Charlotte said quietly and then reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. Biting her lip, she seemed to be hesitating about something. She said after a while, “Last night…. did I do something indecent?”.
Those memories shattered into pieces. I knew what had happened in broad strokes, but…I didn’t know anything else, like…. what had happened after the kiss? What exactly had happened?
He couldn’t have been talking nonsense to Kennedy, could he?
As she pondered, Kennedy’s concentrated gaze came to rest on her face, so hot it almost burned her face. He came to his senses just in time to meet her gaze.
“Something indecent?” Kennedy teased, “How about that?”
At his words, Charlotte gripped the corner of her shirts tightly and even her eyelashes fluttered, “I don’t think I did anything…to you, did I?” She really… she had no idea!
“What, did you really want to do something to me?”
