Kenneth just posted on Twitter: Single.
That was it. Simple, straight to the point, and all the rumors? Gone in an instant. Single meant there was no one he liked. His fans finally let out a sigh of relief.
“See, Kenneth didn’t go all out,” Anthony said as he picked up an orange slice and tried to feed it to Charlotte. “I bet he’s thinking about Adela’s dad.”
“Huh?” Charlotte looked up at him, eyebrows raised. She hadn’t bothered looking up Adela’s background. To her, Adela wasn’t even worth the effort.
“Her dad’s a big shot at the national broadcasting company,” Anthony explained.
“Is that right.” Charlotte’s voice was suddenly ice cold, her gaze sharp. “No wonder she dares to chase after Kenneth.”
Kenneth, she figured, probably wanted to protect the other Apex Mediaworks artists, which was why he kept things from getting really ugly.
Emily should have seen Kenneth’s post by now, Charlotte thought.
“Okay, don’t be mad.” Anthony was right in front of her again, offering the orange. Charlotte wrinkled her nose and leaned away. “I’m not in the mood for something sour.”
“You want something sweet instead?” Anthony set the orange down, his tone all gentle care. “Hold on, I’ll get something for you.”
Before she could say she didn’t want that either, Anthony was already on his way to the kitchen.
Sour didn’t sound good. Sweet didn’t do it either. Honestly, something spicy sounded amazing. She’d been pregnant for almost two months, and this was the first time she craved anything spicy. Still, not wanting to upset Anthony, she took a couple of polite bites of whatever he brought back.
“Helen.”
Once Anthony went upstairs, Charlotte waved Helen over and asked in a low, serious voice, “Can you help me buy something?”
Helen blinked, a little lost. The kitchen and pantry had more food than they could ever finish. What could Charlotte possibly need that required this much secrecy?

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