Chapter 10 Good Thing That Pervert Did Not Do Anything
Charlotte felt like she had a long nightmare. In that nightmare, her father sold her, and she was forced to live in a horrifying villa as nothing but a babymaking machine for an old git.
There was a witch with gray hair in that villa who abused her verbally and physically, leaving her with multiple injuries. In the end, she was locked in a land of horror where countless eyes stared at her eerily, and pale hands were trying to drag her down to hell.
She tried to escape, but no matter how much she ran, she couldn't escape them. In the end, she tripped and fell down. Before she could get up, she saw a pair of legs, but she couldn't see the person who was before her.
That person was hiding behind a veil of mist, and he radiated nothing but a chilling aura, which sent shivers down her spine.
“You cannot escape, Charlotte Summer.” The cold voice was creepy, and she could not help but tremble.
“Help!” Charlotte sat up, panting for breath. She was still shaken and drenched in sweat.
When she saw the brightly lit bedroom, Charlotte fell into a stupor before she realized something. Oh, so that was a dream?
Her head felt dizzy. Somehow, she had a feeling that everything in the dream was real.
Where was I before I fainted? Oh right, the ancestral hall. There's a ton of tablets in it. And I think I saw something. That wasn't a dream, was it? It was so creepy.
When Charlotte scanned her surroundings again, she was perplexed. Where am I? How did I get here?
The room's design went with a black and white tone. Judging from the sharp vibe of the room, it most likely belonged to a man.
When she was still befuddled by her circumstances, someone turned the doorknob and opened the door.
In came a maid with a tray, and she was stunned to see Charlotte awake, but she let out a smile almost immediately. “You're awake, Ms. Summer.”
She knows me?
“Where am I?” she asked in a hoarse voice.
“Have you forgotten, Ms. Summer? We're in the Bennett residence,” the maid put the tray down and answered.
The Bennett residence? Oh right, my dad sold me to them. So that wasn't a dream. I'm still here.
“And where am I? Specifically, whose room is this?”
Charlotte observed the unfamiliar room. It was classy but also subtly grand.
Wait, this isn't my room.
“Oh, this room?” Charlotte nodded, then the maid answered, “It's Mr. Bennett's room.”
“What? It's that per—” Charlotte was shocked. I'm in that pervert's room? And that pervert sleeps on this king-sized bed?
Charlotte started fidgeting at that thought. Horrified, she leaped out of the bed, much to the maid's shock. “What's wrong, Ms. Summer?”
“N-Nothing.” Charlotte shivered, a chill running down her spine. Oh god. When did I get here? Did that pervert do anything to me?
She tugged at her clothes, and when she noticed that she was wearing pajamas, Charlotte almost broke down in tears.
Then she noticed the hickeys and felt like killing herself.
That pervert! He f*cked me when I was asleep? That's inhumane! No wonder I felt like someone was watching me when I was sleeping. It must have been that perverted old git. God, he's a peeping tom too?
Charlotte felt goosebumps all over her body. Being peeped by an old pervert while sleeping would make anyone feel disgusted.
Hey, wait a second. Something's not right.
Charlotte looked up to meet the maid's weird gaze and asked, “What's the time now?”
“Two in the afternoon.”
“Twenty-fifth,” the maid answered honestly.
Twenty-fifth? It hasn't even been a day? I went for the gathering on the twenty-fourth, which was yesterday, and slept with someone afterward. Then I came back here and got punished.
Charlotte heaved a sigh of relief at the thought of that.
So these hickeys were left by that gigolo last night, not that pervert. Besides, it's still daytime. He couldn't have done it so soon, right?
“But how did I get here, and who changed my clothes?” Charlotte asked again, looking hopeful.
Fortunately, the maid cooperated with her because she thought Charlotte was confused after she blacked out. In fact, not only did she answer all the questions Charlotte had, but she also told her everything that happened while the latter was unconscious.
“Ms. Summer, you fainted in the ancestral hall, so Mr. Bennett took you back. The doctor came to administer the IV drip, but you didn't wake up even after it was used up. Since you were sweating a lot, I helped to change your clothes. You only woke up now.”
Charlotte was shocked to hear that, and the fact that it was the pervert who carried her back made her uneasy. But she was relieved to know that she had been asleep all this while.
At least he didn't do anything nasty to me.
She felt her hand prickling, so she looked at it and was surprised to see needle marks on it. Wow, I have no recollection of anything.
“Ms. Summer, you're not fully recovered yet, so go back to the bed, please. Mrs. Bennett asked us to prepare some soup for you. Have it while it's hot.”
It's so unlike Mrs. Bennett to be nice to me.
Charlotte was still doubtful, but before she could probe further, the maid took the lid of the bowl off. Instantly, the aroma of the chicken soup wafted over to her, and her stomach rumbled.
She had nothing to eat since morning, and it was already afternoon, so of course, she was starving. In fact, Charlotte only fainted because of her low blood sugar, which was caused by fatigue. Hence, she was energized after having a good sleep.
All she felt was a slight discomfort. She wasn't weak, unlike what the maid told her. Since the soup was already right in front of her, she didn't hesitate and started digging in.
I'm finishing this right away. After that, I'm going back to my room.
She didn't want to stay in the pervert's room any longer.
God knows if he'd do anything to me when he comes back.
She would have run back to her room if she could, but her strength failed her.
“Um, is Mr. Bennett around?” she asked halfway through her soup.
“No. I think he has gone out.” The maid gave her a curt reply.
“I see.” Charlotte felt more at ease and drank quicker.
The maid was beside her, ready to serve. She was surprised to see Charlotte wolfing down the soup, but at the same time, she was amused.
Unlike the other young ladies from rich families, Ms. Summer doesn't care about her image, nor is she decorous. But she's straightforward and friendly. Besides, she speaks her mind, and she's easy to get along with.