Sweet May-December Marriage

Chapter 83 Don't You Know Me?

Chapter 83 Don't You Know Me?

Charlotte had a long dream.

In her dream, she was still a child, repeating an action. She kept pushing open the door of Madelyn's bedroom.

The door was heavy and antique in mahogany, with exquisite decorative patterns carved on it. Charlotte was carrying her small schoolbag and stretched out her hand to push the door open. The room was very dim. Only the window revealed the bright light, and the window gauze was blown by the wind. The pale woman turned her head sadly, and there was already a large pool of dark red blood around her feet.

When she saw Charlotte, she smiled weakly and helplessly. Charlotte rushed up and tried to hug her mother. She was too young to know what so much blood meant, but she instinctively felt frightened and hid in her mother's arms to get a little warmth.

Madelyn was very beautiful and graceful, often with a smiling face. But at that time, when the bright sunlight outside the window shone on her side face, she looked so lonely and sad.

Madelyn stroked Charlotte's face and asked softly, "Lottie, why are you back?"

Charlotte opened her eyes wide and replied blankly, "Grandpa picked me up and took me back."

Madelyn sighed slightly. The cut veins on her wrist were still bleeding, but she didn't care. She just leaned down slightly, held Charlotte, and sat on the window sill. She said, "Lottie, I'm leaving you."

"Why? Why?" Charlotte had been a sensible child since she was a child, and she never cried easily. Even at this time, she still tried her best to hold back her tears. She looked at Madelyn in horror and said, "Am I not a good girl? I will be obedient from now on..."

"Yes, you are." Madelyn gently stroked Charlotte's hair and kissed her forehead. "Lottie is the best- behaved child."

"It's just that I'm sick." Madelyn continued calmly, "It's a disease that can't be cured. I should have left a long time ago. Now it has finally come to the last time, so I'm leaving."

"But..." Charlotte grabbed the corner of Madelyn's clothes and continued with teary eyes, "But won't you take me with you?"

Madelyn smiled with her tears rolling down. She turned her head away and laughed at herself. Then she choked out, "Lottie, that's a very good place, but you can't go there now. You have to take good care of your grandfather in the future, got it? I will always look at you."

Madelyn slowly sat by the bed, and there was a pot of her favorite hydrangeas on the bedside table. She closed her eyes wearily, leaned against Charlotte, took her hand, and said softly, "Lottie, I hope you will be safe and happy in the future."

Charlotte's body froze. She nodded desperately and said, "Mom... Mom, I will be a good girl... Don't sleep, okay?"

Charlotte knew that as soon as Madelyn's eyes closed, Madelyn would never open them again.

"My whole life," Madelyn murmured, "is like a joke."

...

Charlotte kept dreaming of this scene over and over again. She was originally a very strong girl, but ultimately couldn't bear it and burst into tears.

Nelson was lying on Charlotte's bunk and was suddenly awakened. He frowned, got up, and turned on the light. Then he saw Charlotte curling into a ball with the quilt on his big black bed, who looked

like a homeless little animal. Charlotte buried her face in the quilt and let out soft sobs.

Nelson had never had contact with a girl of this age and didn't know how to get along. He stood by the bed for a while and his tall figure almost enveloped Charlotte. If someone suddenly came in at this time, he would think that Nelson was ruthless and planned to kill the girl on the bed.

On the contrary, Nelson, who was very cruel and unmerciful in the rumors, was at a loss and helpless at this time.

Nelson thought, "She is crying... What should I do? Hold her in my arms and coax her? How am I supposed to coax her?"

He wanted to touch Charlotte but didn't know where to touch her. When he was about to ask Waylon how to coax a girl, he heard Charlotte suddenly scream, "Don't... Don't leave me..."

Charlotte's voice was low and soft, like the paws of a kitten scratching slowly on Nelson's heart, making his heart itchy. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Nelson paused and did not go out. He sat down on the edge of the bed, held Charlotte in his arms, touched her forehead, and then found that the fever had mostly reduced. He didn't even notice that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Nelson carried Charlotte in his arms and gently shook her awkwardly as if lulling a baby to sleep. Then he felt it was very stupid, so he simply grabbed Charlotte's soft hand and whispered, "I won't leave."

Charlotte seemed to be assured and smiled softly. She carefully held Nelson's hands to her heart and hugged them tightly, as if she valued Nelson highly.

Nelson moved his wrist slightly and then felt the unusual softness, making his hand freeze.

After a long time, Nelson stared at Charlotte sleeping in his arms with crystal tears hanging from the corners of her eyes and without knowing anything. He licked his teeth with the tip of his tongue and whispered, "You're still young, but you're quite good at seducing me."

Nelson adjusted Charlotte's posture so that she could sleep more comfortably and then leaned against the head of the bed. The dark appeared on his lower lid when he lowered his eyes. He pinched Charlotte's cheek and said, "You are holding me by yourself. I didn't come on to you."

After speaking, Nelson moved the hand that was held by Charlotte, with peace of mind, and then squinted with a smile.

...

The dreamland was like a huge piece of glass, shattered by someone with a hammer. In an instant, no matter the pool of blood in the room or Madelyn by the bed disappeared. Charlotte raised her head in confusion and heard someone in the broken glass say, "I won't leave."

The voice was low and husky, with a little indescribable fierceness and depression, yet with a trace of softness and helplessness.

Charlotte turned her head and found everything behind her was like snow-white paper being raised, and all the horror went up in smoke. In the end, there was nothing left.

Charlotte suddenly was very relieved, having the sense of security she had never had since her mother died.

...

At 4 a.m., Charlotte opened her eyes.

She was still dizzy and her vision was a bit blurred. She felt herself circled in a wide and warm place. Then she moved a few times and let out a groan.

"Are you awake?" Nelson's husky voice sounded above Charlotte's head. Charlotte looked up blankly and saw that Nelson had already lowered his head to gently press his forehead against hers. He said, "Your fever has gone down."

It was actually a very intimate action.

Charlotte's body froze, and she stared at Nelson with her round innocent eyes.

Nelson smiled and asked, "Why? Don't you know me after sleeping with me?"