Charlotte’s POV
I tried to pull myself upright before Kieran entered the room, not wanting him to see me like this, but it was too late. He stepped into the doorway of the pantry and immediately saw me standing there, doubled over, clutching the cupboard for support.
“Charlotte?”
I looked up at him and forced a wan smile. “I was just looking for—”
“What’s wrong with you?” He closed the distance between us in two strides, towering over me now. Something flickered through his eyes as he looked at me. For once, it didn’t seem to be frustration or disappointment, but something else that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Was it… actual concern? For me?
“Are you hurt?” he asked. “Or are you ill? If you’re sick, I can’t have you passing it on to Nora.”
Right. This was about Nora, not me. H
