CHAPTER SIX—THE PREGNANCY
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Just as Charlotte was about to leave the office, Mr Edward called after her.
“Charlotte…”
“Yes sir.”
“Hold on.”
“You will move into the Norman mansion tonight,” Mr Edward said. “The news of your marriage will be broadcast across the city as soon as possible.
Before that, however, you may return to your apartment and collect whatever belongings you need.”
“Okay.” She replied.
“And lastly, go get yourself checked up. The marriage ceremony is going to take place as early as tomorrow, and you need to appear in a perfect condition.”
“Alright sir, I will take my leave.”
On getting to the last floor of the company,
Charlotte was stopped by a family guard.
“Good afternoon, Mrs Norman.” He greeted her.
Charlotte was shocked and didn't know how to react to being addressed as Mrs Norman.
“Mrs Norman? Are you talking to me?”
“Yes, Mrs Norman, I am talking to you.”
“Good afternoon, and who exactly are you?”
“My name is Tristan, and I am your personal assistant.”
“I… have a personal assistant?”
“Yes, you are the wife of Mr Norman, and that comes with a lot of benefits. I will serve as your personal driver and bodyguard. My role is to make your life easier.”
“Wow.”
“Is there an issue ma’am?”
“No, not at all, it's just that I am very much new to all this.”
“Ohh, if that's the issue, you will adapt, and my role is to make sure of that.”
“Okay, that's nice, I guess.”
“Are you heading out ma'am?”
“Yes, I want to go pick up some belongings from my apartment.”
“OK, wait here while I go bring the car.”
Charlotte was starstruck when she saw her personal assistant pull up to the entrance of the company in a Rolls-Royce.
“Whose car is this?”
“It's yours, ma'am.”
“If I am not mistaken, this is a Rolls-Royce, right?”
“Yes ma'am, it is a Rolls-Royce, and it's your personal car.”
“Is this a dream?”
“It's not ma'am, like I said earlier, being married into the Norman family comes with a lot of benefits.”
“I understand, I wasn't just expecting this much luxury.”
He smiled and asked “So are you ready to head out?”
“Yes.”
On their way to her apartment, she kept thinking of how suddenly the trajectory of her life had changed.
From just an ordinary bartender six hours ago to now being addressed as Mrs Norman.
Charlotte cleared her throat
“Um… excuse me?”
“Yes, ma'am?”
“Could you… " Turn on the radio?” she asked. “I just need something to distract my mind.”
“Of course, ma’am.”
A cheerful voice burst through the speakers.
“And in today’s biggest business headline—Atlanta’s most eligible billionaire bachelor is officially off the market!”
Charlotte froze.
The radio host continued enthusiastically.
“Earlier today, Jace Norman, heir to the Norman Group empire, shocked the public by announcing his sudden marriage to an unknown woman during a private ceremony at city hall.”
The announcer laughed.
“Sources say the mysterious bride is Charlotte Hayes, a bartender with no known connection to the Norman family. Social media is already exploding with speculation about how the two met.”
Another voice joined the broadcast.
“A bartender marrying a billionaire heir overnight? That sounds like something straight out of a romance novel.”
The car suddenly felt smaller.
“…Do you think this marriage will last?” the co-host asked jokingly.
“Well,” the first host replied, “history tells us billionaire impulsive marriages rarely end well.”
Charlotte reached forward quickly.
“Turn it off.”
The assistant immediately pressed a button.
The car immediately went silent.
Charlotte stared out the window, wondering if she had made the right choice and if she was ready for this.
“Could you stop at a pharmacy?”
“Yes, ma’am. There’s one a few blocks ahead.”
“Is everything alright, ma’am?”
“Yes.”
“Just do as I tell you.”
“Of course, ma’am.”
The Rolls-Royce slowed down as the driver pulled over to the entrance of the pharmacy.
The driver stepped out of the car to get the door for Charlotte.
“Would you like me to come with you, ma’am?”
“No.”
“I'll only take a minute.”
Upon entering the pharmacy, she was greeted by the pharmacist.
“Good day, madam, how may I be of help to you?”
“I want to get a pregnancy test.”
“OK ma'am, hold on a minute.”
“Here's the pregnancy test you asked for, ma'am.”
“Ohh, thanks.”
Charlotte stepped out of the pharmacy, heading straight to the car.
“Where's your next stop ma'am?”
“Just go straight to my apartment.”
The driver slowed the car down.
“Is this the address, ma’am?”
“Yes.”
The Rolls-Royce came to a stop in front of the three-story apartment building where Charlotte had lived and called home for years.
For a moment, no one in the apartment moved.
Until the driver opened the door and Charlotte stepped out.
Mrs Delgado from the ground-floor unit froze in the middle of watering her plants. Two teenagers sitting on the steps stopped talking. A man who had been fixing his motorcycle slowly looked in Charlotte’s direction.
Their eyes moved from Charlotte…
…to the long, to the sleek Rolls-Royce behind her.
“Is that… Charlotte? "”
“Where did that car come from?”
“That thing probably costs more than this whole building.”
“Ma’am,” the assistant said, “would you like me to escort you upstairs?”
“No. That won’t be necessary.”
One of the teenagers in the apartment said.
“Did she seriously just get out of that billionaire car?”
Mrs Delgado called out curiously, “Charlotte, honey… is that your ride?”
“Yes Mrs Delgado, it's mine.”
Upon getting to the door of her apartment,
The door opened, and standing in front of her was Bruce, who stood there clapping as he started.
“Well, well, who do I have here? Isn’t it Charlotte Hayes, or should I say Mrs Norman?
“Shut up, Bruce, and get out of my way.”
“It seems you may have forgotten the manner in which you are allowed to speak to me.”
“You seem not to be aware how much of a f**k is don't give.”
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