Chapter 4

~ Charlotte 

Hearing the disconnected tone, I sighed, and suddenly tears cascaded down my cheeks. I couldn't believe the love of my life had turned into my enemy, someone I had to deal with. How cruel the world can be.

As I attempted to wipe away the tears in my eyes, my phone was abruptly snatched from my hand.

I turned to the man beside me, observing as he skillfully entered a series of numbers on the phone's screen.

"What are you doing?"

"This is my phone number. I've saved it for you! If you ever need anything in the future, feel free to give me a call!" Adam shared his number and used my phone to dial his own. He then handed the phone back to me. 

I quietly placed it in my bag without a glance, then turned my attention to the view outside, my thoughts in a whirl.

The car pulled up swiftly in front of an upscale shopping mall. Arthur assisted Adam into a wheelchair, and I exited the car, joining them.

As i gazed at the shopping mall ahead, I was puzzled why Adam had brought me here, but i refrained from asking, opting to follow them silently.

I initially assumed it would be to shop for men's clothing, but i was surprised when Adam led me straight to the women's clothing section, pausing in front of a boutique.

The staff greeted us warmly as we entered. Adam glanced at me , then gestured towards a selection of dresses, instructing the salesperson to bring them for me to try on. 

"I don't want clothes!" I promptly declined, perceiving his intentions.

Adam gave me a cold look and retorted, "Planning to marry me in this suit?"

I met his icy gaze, finding him a tad domineering. Nonetheless, i reluctantly took the clothes and headed into the fitting room. 

Despite Adam's aloof demeanor, I couldn't deny his taste. The dresses, whether a sexy short skirt, a beautiful dress, or a cute windbreaker, exuded a touch of mature allure. 

As i observed my unfamiliar reflection in the mirror, i was shocked that the person staring back was truly me.

The purple and green garments were something i never dared to wear in the past. However, when i tried them on, i realized this color suited me best.

"Sir, which ones would you like?" the employee asked eagerly.

"Please wrap all of these," Adam said, pulling out a bank card from his pocket.

"Of course!" The employee was visibly pleased.

I looked at him incredulously. "Are you serious? These clothes are quite expensive, and you're buying so many!"

"I didn't ask you to marry into the Morgan Family just to give those two people a chance to mock you!" Adam retorted with a cold expression.

I gazed at him, rendered speechless, withholding any words. 

Upon leaving the women's clothing section, Adam escorted me to the lingerie section and carefully selected a few high-end pieces. 

As the payment neared, an enthusiastic female employee presented an intriguing lingerie set, attempting to make a sale. 

Initially accompanying this man to such places, i now felt a sense of discomfort. Yet, compelled by the employee's passionate description and considering the physiological challenges faced by the man in the wheelchair, i was curious to witness his reaction.

Adam's gaze shifted towards the corner of my mouth, seemingly teasing. His expression turned stern as he focused on the employee before him. He spoke in a low tone, "I want these. Also, provide a set in a size that's even more alluring for her."

I was rendered speechless, watching as the employee cheerfully packaged the provocative underwear crafted from minimal fabric. 

I was utterly shocked by the man's audacity. If he was willing to purchase such revealing clothing for others to witness, what did that imply about these undergarments? Could it be…

"I didn't dare to dwell on it. Although left speechless by this man, i knew he wouldn't heed my opinion. 

We left the lingerie section, and Adam guided me towards shoe and bag shopping, transforming me from the inside out. Pleased with the outcome, he escorted me out of the mall.

"Where do you live?" Adam asked coldly as we got into the car.

"What are you doing?" I replied after a moment.

"I'll take you home."

"Okay..." I promptly shared my address, and Arthur started the car, driving towards my home.

"Go back and inform your mother today. I'll visit her tomorrow morning," Adam instructed me in a commanding tone.

"Okay..." I nodded, still struggling to process the idea of marrying him."

Adam observed my expression. He understood that i hadn't quite adjusted yet, so he chose to remain silent. 

The car came to a halt in front of my home. Adam selected a set of clothes and handed them to me. "I'll visit Auntie tomorrow at ten in the morning."

I accepted the clothes, glanced at him, and nodded in silence. I turned and walked towards my residential area. Adam watched me depart, noticing a hint of loneliness in my demeanor, causing his brows to furrow slightly.

"Sir, where shall we head now?"

"Let's return to the villa."

"Understood!"

~ Adam

Two days from now would be a joyous occasion for the Morgan family. I Adam Morgan, the eldest son, was about to celebrate my wedding!

Early in the morning, Old Master Albert Morgan instructed the servants and daughter-in-law to stay busy with work.

The anticipation of my wedding in my 40s, finally marrying made my grandfather as joyful as a child.

When i arrived home, it was time for lunch, and my family gathered at the dining table. 

Despite it not being the weekend, everyone was present except for Dylan .

"Adam, we've prepared the room on the first floor for you. Feel free to check it out after your meal. If there's anything you'd like to change, let me know," Emmanuel said, smiling at me once he sat down.

"Okay," i responded faintly, my face devoid of any expression. Emmanuel noticed my lack of emotion and remained silent.

"Adam , have you obtained your marriage certificate with Eleanor ?" Albert inquired, his gaze fixed on me.

"No," i replied in a deep, stern voice, my expression unchanged.

Confusion spread among everyone in the room.

"You two are getting married the day after tomorrow. Why haven't you secured your marriage certificate yet? Don't delay any longer; you should go and get it after your meal!" Albert furrowed his brow, urging me.

"I have already received my marriage certificate," I replied, my face remaining serious.

"Could you clarify your statement? Weren't you saying earlier that you hadn't obtained a marriage certificate? Why the change now?" Albert questioned, surprised by my words. 

The rest of the family also exchanged confused glances, struggling to understand my statement. 

"The lady listed on the marriage certificate isn't Eleanor ," I responded stoically.

Everyone present was shocked by my words.

"If she isn't Eleanor , then who is she?" Albert asked, confused.

I blinked, gazing at my grandpa, and calmly uttered, "Charlotte , Dylan's Ex fiancée!" 

This statement was same as dropping a bomb into deep waters, instantly causing a tumultuous reaction!

"What did you just say?" Dylan exclaimed out of nowhere, holding hands with Eleanor as they entered the dining room.

He gazed at me in disbelief, and the others were equally stunned by my revelation.