Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Charlotte was wearing a simple white dress today, painted with almost invisible light makeup, and on a pair of flat shoes. She looked just like a well-mannered lady.

Since Stephanie had exposed her vain and extravagant nature to her face, and talked about how she was wearing high heels and not caring for her children, she had paid extra attention to her image, especially in front of Luther, and she must not show any more flaws.

Joyce froze, Charlotte’s appearance really made her a little embarrassed.

Inside the room, the atmosphere was instantly frozen, and it seemed that even the air was not circulating.

With her signature big smile, Charlotte greeted warmly, “Joyce, congratulations! I just thought to myself that you could never be the killer.”

Joyce got up from her chair, smiled, and didn’t know what she should say in return.

The three had nothing but a purely awkward conversation.

Luther sat in the sofa, and when he saw Charlotte, he was in a trance for a moment. He felt more and more unfamiliar with Charlotte, and after a week without seeing her, it was as if he had almost forgotten her face.

“Luther, I was sad for a long time after I heard about Grandma. You will have to take care of yourself.” Charlotte walked over to Luther.

After taking two steps, she suddenly lowered her head and deliberately covered her lips with her hand.

“Vomit.” She couldn’t help but bend down for a while.

After a while, as if she was afraid of losing her manners, she hurriedly took out a handkerchief from her handbag and gently wiped the corners of her lips.

All of this, she did on purpose.

“What’s wrong with you, not feeling well?” Luther asked with a gaze, Charlotte was showing discomfort in front of him and he could not turn a blind eye to it.

Charlotte blushed, “I’m sorry for making a scene here. I’ve been vomiting more and more lately. It’s okay, just put up with it.”

Her words were just right.

Her voice was not too loud, nor too quiet, enough for both Luther and Joyce in the room to hear.

There was no pushing, but it did remind Luther of the fact that she was pregnant, so that he would not forget.

At the same time, it also reminded Joyce, of her rightful place…

Joyce was awakened by Charlotte’s words, like a basin of ice water pouring down from her head, and she realized clearly that she was just a mistress between the two after all.

Even with this murder of Stephanie, Luther believed her and gave her comfort. She couldn’t let the scales of her feelings tip in that direction either. Thinking about it, Joyce sat down awkwardly in her chair without saying a word.

Luther was silent.

He had really forgotten that Charlotte had saved his life, lost her vigirnity, and was now pregnant with his child.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

His inner guilt came up again, but looking at the increasingly distant and strange Charlotte in front of him, he was struggling. He was unable to let go of his responsibilities, but emotionally, he found it difficult to accept the fact.

The corners of Charlotte’s eyes rose slightly, knowing she had succeeded in keeping them awake.

Just now, when the two of them were talking and hugging in front of Karl in the room, although she almost could not wait to go forward to drive Joyce away, on the surface she would still have to show her gentle and generous side.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” Charlotte feigned a cautious look at Luther with an expression of sincere trepidation, “I know that what happened to Grandma hit you guys hard, and I really just wanted to come in and comfort you. I’m sorry, maybe I’m not very good at talking.”