Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 41 Put Down My Hand

Chapter 41 Put Down My Hand

Andrew didn't care about his mother at all. He stared at Charlotte, "Char, did you really... marry my uncle?"

At this point, everyone could see what had happened between Andrew and Charlotte.

Charlotte let out a soft sigh of helplessness and whispered, "Yes."

"How could it be?" Andrew gritted his teeth and said, "We've agreed with each other that when we get into college..."

However, Charlotte's first reaction was to look at Nelson when she heard these words.

Nelson's clean face was expressionless, and his gaze did not even fall on anyone present, as if it was none of his business. However, Charlotte felt that he was angry. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Charlotte turned her head to look at Andrew. She smiled lightly and said in a soft and sweet voice, "Andrew, it was you who said it but I didn't agree with you for anything."

Andrew looked at her incredulously.

Charlotte was actually not a person who spoke harshly. After thinking for a while, she finally came up with a sentence, "My classmate, I thought I wouldn't see you after you moved to another school. I didn't expect you to be Mr. Clark's nephew."

Andrew gritted his teeth and looked very pale. Rachel was afraid that his son would make Nelson angry if he continued to speak, so she quickly pulled him aside and said, "I don't expect you to be classmates, so it may be embarrassing for Andrew to call you aunt. Do you mind that, Ms. Lopez?"

Charlotte said, "I won't mind."

Rachel originally just wanted his son to understand that he and Charlotte could never be together again. Now that she has achieved her wish, she won't say anything more. She just tightly pressed Andrew's hand to prevent him to do anything crazy.

Matthew, who had not spoken for a long time, glanced at Charlotte and said, "I've been very busy before and didn't visit you. I hope you won't be angry, Madame."

Matthew was a humorless person. Otherwise, it was impossible for someone else to call a 16-year- old girl like Charlotte "Madame".

Charlotte curved her eyes and smiled at him, "Never mind."

"Alright. Let's eat." Madame Clark said.

Nelson lacked interest and hardly ate anything, and Charlotte didn't eat much either. They just reluctantly accompanied the family to end the meal. Matthew wanted to ask Nelson something. In the Clark family, Nelson was only willing to save his younger brother's face, so he went to the study with Matthew.

Charlotte felt a bit uneasy as she knew that everyone present didn't like her, especially the conceited Ms. Wyatt. As soon as Nelson left, Ms. Wyatt almost said directly to Charlotte, "You, a hateful coquette."

Charlotte sat silently in her seat.

Becca said, "Ms. Lopez, Mr. Clark is not very healthy. Are you tired since you need to take care of him?"

Charlotte thought for a while and felt that she didn't actually spend any time taking care of Nelson. She just pushed his wheelchair and read medical books to him. Instead, Nelson had helped her a lot. So she answered, "It's okay."

Becca smiled ambiguously, "Oh. How dare I compare myself with Ms. Lopez. I've been foolish since I was young, so my family never let me do anything. But Ms. Lopez may have been used to these things of serving people."

It was evident that Becca was belittling Charlotte, implying that Charlotte was different from those girls who grew up in rich families. But Charlotte was just a humble child bride.

Charlotte was not angry. She had already gotten used to it and said, "Ms. Wyatt, you can learn how to do it."

Becca's face turned angry and she sneered, " I think you are not only good at serving people, but also good at arguing."

Becca thought of something and smiled, "You don't know yet, Ms. Lopez. Mr. Clark is different from ordinary people. If he gets upset, he will kill people at any time. I have once seen him shoot and kill someone, and blood is everywhere, which is very scary."

Becca didn't lie. She was happy at that time but when she saw Nelson casually raise his hand to shoot and kill someone with his cold face, she almost fainted from fear.

But it was precisely this dangerous man that made Becca crazy about him.

Her little sisters all liked the upright and serious Matthew, but she thought Nelson, a man who could dance alone with blood, deeply attracted her.

Charlotte's face turned pale after listening to Becca's words.

This was not the first time that she heard the news that Nelson liked to kill people due to his unpredictable emotions. However, she suddenly remembered that he must have known about the relationship between her and Andrew. Was he angry? If he got angry... would he kill her?

Charlotte thought, "Perhaps a handsome man like him knows many exquisite ways of killing people. Considering that I'm at least his child bride, will he give me a beautiful way to die?"

Becca looked at her pale face and said in a slow voice, "Ms. Lopez, I advise you to leave Mr. Clark early if you value your life. Otherwise, you really won't know how you will die."

Charlotte's fingers curled slightly and her voice was soft, "But... Mr. Clark has said that in a legal society, he won't kill people casually."

As soon as people heard this, they were all stunned, including Becca. Madame Clark even showed a surprised expression as if she had eaten a fly.

A society ruled by law? Wouldn't he kill people casually? Then who was the person that had pointed a gun at the finance minister before?

Wasn't it embarrassing for Nelson to say it?

Becca glanced at Rachel, and Rachel quickly replied, "Alright, let's stop talking about this and all talk with Grandma."

Charlotte and Madame Clark were disgusted with each other, so they naturally didn't want to talk. Charlotte said that she would leave first, and Madame Clark didn't keep her, hoping she would get out of the place quickly.

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped out of the dining room.

There was a chilly spring breeze outside, blowing her long curly hair which was over her waist. Charlotte's long hair was inherited from her mother Madelyn, and was very beautiful with natural curls.

She curled up her hair and used the light outside to recognize her direction. She planned to go back to Nelson's yard first. Just as she passed a white tea tree, her wrist suddenly tightened and she was pulled into the garden.

Charlotte shouted in surprise, looking at the person in disbelief, and then froze, "Andrew!"

Andrew's eyes were a bit red and he stared at her tightly. His voice was hoarse, "Char... did he force you? Was it my uncle who forced you?"

Charlotte's wrist was painful when it was pinched by Andrew. She frowned and said, "Andrew, put down my hand first, it hurts so much!"

Andrew was a polite gentleman, and upon hearing this, he immediately put down her hands, "I'm sorry."