Kenneth went silent, grumbling under his breath. “Do you really think I’d buy that?”
Charlotte pressed her lips together. She’d just managed to settle her stomach, but hearing Kenneth’s voice brought the nausea rushing back.
Kenneth was confused for a second.
“Whatever, forget it,” he snapped. He noticed something was off with Charlotte, let out a few curses, and hung up.
The call ended. Anthony walked over with a glass of water. He helped Charlotte sit up, pulling her gently into his arms, then held the glass to her lips so she could sip.
“You’ve been working so much lately. A little break will do you good,” Anthony said. He wiped a stray drop of water from the corner of her mouth, his eyes lingering on her soft, glistening lips. He leaned in and kissed her lightly. “Do you want to go? I’ll come with you.”
“What time is it?” Charlotte mumbled, eyes still closed.
“Seven tonight.”
“Alright,” she replied, yawning. “Invite Shirley and the others too.”
It had been ages since they’d all hung out together. Plus, Shirley was still Kenneth’s number one fan.
“I’ll set it up,” Anthony said. He ruffled Charlotte’s hair, his hand resting on her waist, his fingers brushing against her stomach. “If you start feeling sick, tell me right away.”
For the next couple of weeks, he’d have to keep a close watch on how the antidote worked in her system. If things went really wrong, they couldn’t risk keeping both babies.
The days passed quickly.
Kenneth’s concert was set for the International Convention Center, a huge place that could fit at least ten thousand people.
When Shirley got her ticket, she was over the moon. She showed up at the entrance super early, practically bouncing with excitement.
VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns