novelraw Chapter 816: No More Killing
Chapter 816: No More Killing
Janet Madison listened to her, stunned for a moment, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at her.
"Will you really let me go?"
Charlotte Smith stood up from the sofa, rubbed her brow with her cold hands, and spoke calmly: "I don’t want to commit any more sins... as long as you don’t interfere with my plans, once you finish your physical examination, you can leave."
She had already thought it through; keeping Charlotte here was not safe for her.
His fiancée gone without a trace, Robert Stephens could come looking at any time.
As soon as he checks... the truth of her pregnancy would be exposed,
She managed to hide for so long relying only on Robert’s indifference towards her.
Janet listened to her words and burst into tears again, unsure whether it was the joy of surviving a disaster or something else.
Charlotte walked out tiredly without acknowledging her and went to the room next door to lie down, feeling her body cold and even her belly chilly.
Afraid of freezing the baby, she curled up to protect her belly, feeling as if the world consisted only of her and her child.
Suddenly, she realized why she tried so hard to keep this baby—it wasn’t because she loved Robert, but because she was truly lonely in this world.
Alone and isolated, with no relatives or support, the child in her womb was her only flesh and blood connection, her only family once it was born.
She desperately needed a sense of belonging.
Otherwise, in such a big world, where could she go alone and solitary?
*
Charlotte took out all the remaining meat and vegetables from the fridge and cooked a dinner.
After establishing a few ground rules with Janet, she helped untie the cloth strips, allowing her to sit up and eat.
Janet hadn’t bathed or washed her hair in days, her image completely gone, no longer resembling a young miss at all.
She hesitantly sat down opposite Charlotte, picked up the chopsticks to take a bite of rice, then couldn’t help but glance at her.
Charlotte placed her hand on the kitchen knife.
Janet shivered, not daring to look around, quickly lowering her head to eat silently.
After dinner, Charlotte cleaned the table, and Janet looked at her, cautiously making a request: "Charlotte Smith..."
Charlotte looked at her: "Hm?"
Janet raised her hardened hair: "Can I wash my hair?"
"..." Charlotte paused, "Sure. But you can’t close the door."
Janet’s eyes widened: "You want to watch me bathe?"
Charlotte softly replied: "Then you can choose not to bathe."
Janet found herself in an internal struggle, torn between bathing and being watched while bathing, as Charlotte ignored her and took the dishes out and then returned.
Janet wasn’t that foolish; she didn’t do anything rash while about to leave, though Charlotte thought if she really wanted to try something, Janet wouldn’t be a match for her.
"Charlotte... I, I want to bathe first."
Janet bit her lip and finally made a choice.
Charlotte wasn’t surprised; she glanced at her and then silently fetched her some clean clothes and sat down on the bed.
Janet went into the bathroom feeling a bit shy, but once the hot water poured down, she immediately forgot about Charlotte’s presence and started enjoying her bath.
Once she finished bathing and changed clothes, she felt embarrassed seeing Charlotte sitting on the bed indifferently watching her.
"Have I gained weight recently?"
Charlotte looked at her, "You care about that?"
Janet pinched her cheek, "I’m still a girl, after all... don’t you care about your own figure?"
Charlotte shook her head: "I don’t gain weight."
Janet: "..."
What kind of person is this, deliberately poking at me?
Usually, Janet paid great attention to health and maintaining her figure because her circles and social class were indicators of a good lifestyle.
But after being kidnapped by Charlotte, maybe a subconscious fear of having uncertain meals led her to eat whatever Charlotte offered, even more than Charlotte, the hostess, which was partly why she seemingly gained weight.
Charlotte ignored Janet’s complex expression, took out a hairdryer, and asked her: "Want one?"
Janet seemed pleasantly surprised, stammering: "Can... can I?"
"Use it if you want." Anyway, the items in this room would be thrown out after tomorrow.
Janet quickly came up to grab the hairdryer, standing by the window blow-drying her hair while sneaking glances at the serene Charlotte sitting on the sofa, feeling a bit jealous because Charlotte was truly attractive.
Some girls in her circle liked undergoing minor cosmetic procedures, she had done an eye lift, but the result was never as naturally perfect as Charlotte’s.
She pouted, feeling somewhat sour inside.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, Charlotte, who had been sitting motionless on the sofa, suddenly turned her head and caught her in the act.
"What are you doing?" Charlotte squinted slightly, a little cautious.
If she misbehaved, Charlotte wouldn’t hesitate to tie her up again.
"What could I possibly do!" Janet awkwardly withdrew her gaze, "Just thought you’re quite good-looking, no wonder he..."
Charlotte’s face remained expressionless, still indifferent: "Really?"
"You’re very good-looking, but I’m not bad either!"
"You’re not.
Janet felt a bit tense at her praise, looking towards her.
Charlotte softly said: "You’re beautiful and match well with him."
"..."
"As long as you help me keep this a secret, I promise you’ll never see me again."
Janet looked at her, her delicate brows gently furrowing, without responding for a moment.
Charlotte knew her words might be difficult for others to believe, and after speaking, she fell silent, not saying anything more.
"You should rest early tonight," Charlotte walked to the door and looked at the room’s inhabitant Janet, "We’ll leave tomorrow morning."
After speaking, she didn’t glance at Janet again, closed the door, and left.
She had to leave the next day, not worried that Janet would dare run out to call someone, even more so because the neighborhood’s night safety was poor; if Janet had any sense, she wouldn’t venture out.
When she got up the next day, Charlotte specifically went to check Janet’s room and paused slightly when she saw the bed empty.
"Are you leaving?"
Janet pushed open the washroom door, drowsily coming out, rubbing her eyes, clearly just waking up for the bathroom.
This young miss seemingly had poor habits, not grasping the concept of early to bed, early to rise.
Charlotte remained silent for a while, then nodded: "Let’s go, we’ll eat breakfast on the way."