Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 5 Poor Little Girl

Chapter 5 Poor Little Girl

If the Clark family didn't want her, she was afraid that her maternal grandfather would suffer.

Charlotte wasn't a cowardly woman who would never revolt against something unfair. She would have fought back if others treated her like this. However...

Charlotte stared at the ceiling dumbly.

The one who sold her was her biological father.

If the Clarks regretted buying her and kicked her out, her maternal grandfather wouldn't be able to receive treatment anymore and could only wait for his death. The Lopezes had used this to force Charlotte to marry into the Clark family.

Charlotte heaved a soft sigh. She consoled herself that the situation was not that bad. At least Nelson was not a crazy murderer as described in the rumors. At least now she could still lay in a warm bed. When she earned enough money, she would be able to send her maternal grandfather to the other hospital for treatment.

Nelson who was lying on the bed suddenly said, "Don't be noisy."

Charlotte was startled and clenched her quilt. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

She didn't speak just now...

Could it be that he had heard her sigh?

Charlotte hurriedly covered her mouth to prevent herself from making any other sounds.

However, Nelson couldn't sleep anymore. He asked in an indifferent voice, "Were you only sent here today?" His voice made her remember the fresh snow on the branches.

Charlotte nodded.

She got no response.

Then she finally remembered that Nelson couldn't see her nod, so she replied in a low voice, "Yes."

"Have they checked on your virginity?" The Clarks were all tradition-minded. They required every woman marrying into the Clark family to be clean and pure.

Nelson knew that they would require the same even if she was a bride child perfunctorily arranged for him.

He felt unhappy for no reason.

It wasn't because he cared about Charlotte a lot. It was just because he thought Charlotte was now one of his belongings and other people couldn't touch her.

Charlotte blushed. After a long while, she finally replied in a soft voice, "They haven't checked on it because someone came to urge us to come to your courtyard."

Nelson felt inexplicably better. He suddenly sat up and looked at her condescendingly, "They haven't? Then I'll check by myself."

Charlotte was startled by his movements and then by his words. She wished so much to wrap herself in the quilt and her face was so red.

Nelson's voice still sounded indifferent as he said, "Take off your clothes. Or I'll help you strip."

Charlotte bit her bottom lip. She told herself it was not the right time for her to throw a tantrum. Her maternal grandfather was not here and no one would tolerate her tantrum. At this place, she could only be submissive.

Though thinking so, tears still welled up in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes. She slowly got up, keeping her head lowered as she didn't dare to look at Nelson. Her tender, ivory fingers looked as white as creams under the light. She slowly reached out to the black buttons.

When she left home today, she especially found an old-fashioned black plaid shirt and braided her hair into two tails. She wanted to make Nelson lose interest in her by doing this. However, she didn't know that the contrast between her ivory fingers and the black buttons and the scene that she slowly unbuttoned her shirt to expose her fair skin and her delicate collarbones excited him more.

Nelson's eyes darkened. Over the years, many women had eagerly tried to seduce him, but he only felt disgusted. He hadn't expected that he would be bewitched by a young girl's body today.

Charlotte had unclasped the third button and her pink camisole was exposed. When she was about to endure the shame to unclasp the fourth button, a grumble rang out in the quiet room.

Charlotte's hand paused in the air.

Nelson seemed to be amused. He asked, "Are you hungry?"

It seemed like the sound was made by her stomach.

Charlotte kept her head lower. She replied in an extremely low voice, "Yes..."