“Ms. Charlotte! Here is your coffee,” the room service attendant announces as Charlotte receives the coffee from him. Holding the two cups, Charlotte walks towards the door of their suite. Just then, Edward, having recently emerged from the bathroom, approaches her and softly calls her name. “Charlotte! Why are you standing there?” “Oh! It’s our coffee. Are you done?” Charlotte asks, her eyes softening as she notices Edward’s damp hair and the droplets still clinging to his skin. He hums in response, hugging her legs tightly. “You’ll catch a cold if you don’t dry your hair. Let’s get you warmed up,” she says gently, turning his wheelchair around and guiding him towards the dressing table. “Here’s your coffee. Drink it. It’ll help you warm up.” Edward takes a sip of the coffee, savoring the warmth. Despite Charlotte’s concern, he doesn’t actually feel cold; the room temperature is perfectly fine. “You know, I ran into Rachel earlier,” Charlotte mentions as she begins drying Edward
_Ding Dong_ Her eyebrows knit together when the doorbell rings early in the morning. She has just finished her bath and is preparing to order breakfast to be served at exactly 8 a.m. since they have a date planned for today. Placing the towel on the couch, she moves the curtains from the window to let the morning sun rays enter. It helps Edward wake up, as he hates alarms. When the doorbell rings again, she sighs and walks toward the door, opening it immediately without checking. She doesn’t want to disturb Edward's sleep. “Yes. How can I help you?” She looks at the person hesitatingly standing before her. “Sister!” Rachel takes two steps back, playing with her fingers. The bruises on her face and the corner of her lips are clear signs of domestic violence. Charlotte’s eyes scan Rachel’s body carefully. Her eyebrows rise upon seeing Rachel’s condition, which is a stark contrast to the pampered life she was used to. The dark bruises and wounds make Rachel look pathetic and miserabl
“How are you feeling?" Edward asks, brushing his hand gently over her belly. Charlotte has been feeling down since the encounter with Asher, and Edward has been patiently waiting for her to open up. He knows she'll eventually share her feelings when she's ready. However, after seeing her condition worsen following dinner, he decides it's time to take action. “Hmm. I'm fine…” she replies, snuggling closer to him. Edward is her comfort, the person who helps her forget everything. Wrapping her arm around his chest, she rests her head on him, seeking solace. Finally, she begins to speak. “It’s not a good memory to recall. And unfortunately, he was someone who made my life hell. Asher was known as a playboy. Most of the girls were victims of his animalistic behavior. So was I. I wanted to finish my studies and leave the university as soon as possible to get a job. I didn’t have much time to hang out or join clubs with other classmates.” As she speaks, her mind replays the painful night t
Hello, Mr. Rodriguez! Mr. James has spoken highly of you. It's a pleasure to meet you.” A fine, tall, Italian man extends his hand for a handshake and speaks with respect. Edward smiles as he shakes his hand. They are here to meet the famous fashion designer, someone Charlotte has always admired and wanted to learn from. “She is my wife, Charlotte Rodriguez. A big fan of yours." Edward squeezes her hand and looks at Charlotte, who is greeting the fashion designer, Angelo Salvatore, a man in his thirties. The sight of her blush, a deep crimson red, makes Edward's heartburn with jealousy. Why is she making such a shy face? “She is gorgeous. Hello, Mrs. Rodriguez. James mentioned that you wished to learn from me. It seems I’ll need to rearrange my schedule to give you some of my precious time. I can’t turn down such a beautiful lady.” Angelo holds her hand to kiss it as a formality, but he chuckles softly when he receives a death glare from Edward, who immediately frees her wrist from
"Excuse me!" A lady taps Charlotte on the shoulder as she retouches her makeup after an hour of training. Charlotte turns to see a woman in her mid-twenties with a troubled expression, fidgeting nervously. Charlotte smiles and nods, silently encouraging her to speak. Seeing Charlotte's silent approval, the woman hesitantly approaches her. "Well, um, do you have any pads? I mean, sanitary pads with you?" The woman asks while clutching her lower abdomen. Charlotte’s attention shifts to her purse. She usually carries pads for emergencies, but this month, she completely forgot about her menstrual date. "Well, I do. Just one. Will that be enough?" She pulls out her last pad from her purse and hands it to the woman. In her hurry, the woman takes it and almost enters the toilet area, but her body suddenly wobbles. Charlotte turns back to the mirror after handing over the pad, but seeing the woman’s reflection collapsing, she immediately extends her arm to support her. "Are you okay? Hell
“ Now was your time?" Edward tied her untied hair with hair clip, and asked. A deep breath escaped and she faces Edward with a series expression. Edward's eyebrows raise, seeing his adorable wife is staring at him with a cute yet series expression..” You know what. Today, A worker had miscarried. I felt so scared. In front of me, she asked me for sanitary napkins. But she collapsed right away. Later, I got to know she had taken pills and.. It's horrible that the innocent kid had no chance to see the world. " She said in one breath. It's true, she was indeed scared of the scene she just witnessed. She is sensitive when it comes to children. And it's unacceptable to see how people abandon their children. Edward can feel the fear in her voice. Her pale complexion is telling him that she was indeed in shock. Touching her face gently, he gives an assured smile and kisses her forehead..“ They know what they have done. She may have her own reasons or no mother will abandon her children. Y
The happy honeymoon and their job, both of them are doing well. Charlotte is having a great time working with such great designers from around the world and how supportive they are. However, while enjoying everything, one thing has been bothering her. Edward always leaves saying that he is meeting his friends. But he never talks about anything about his friends or how he is enjoying it. As if, he is deliberately avoiding her from time to time and hiding something from her. She hates how she is being doubtful but she can't help but think that he is ashamed of her and doesn't want her to meet or know his friends. She wants to know him better and more about his past. Seeing how he avoids it, makes her sad and disheartened. Right now, she is walking in the corridor while sipping her coffee. Regarding the matter of smuggling and Rachel being connected with them, police have been investigating the case. They have found quite several indications about Rachel being forced into this matter.
“ Stay low and don't let Bryan or your parents find out where you are. If you need something, call me anytime, OK?" Fixing her hair, Charlotte closes the car door after helping Rachel be discharged from the hospital on the same day. “ Thank you, Sister. I will never forget how you... Sigh! I sincerely hope you have forgiven me. I got nothing to give you more.” Rachel smiles fastening her seatbelt. She requested to let Rachel go before the release date so that she could leave silently and hide something from her parents and husband. Since she was a victim, the police officers didn't say against her words as well.Now, she is heading to the airport and will leave for London tonight. Charlotte sighs waving her hand to say goodbye to Rachel. Coincidentally, lots of things have been achieved by helping the pitiful girl. Although she didn't know that Rachel was holding the deeds and files of her father's crime reports. But thankfully, Rachel helped her. Charlotte again tries to call Edwa