It was a pair of hands, warm and strong, that firmly held up Charlotte as she fell.

Everything seemingly turned quiet for a while, when brightness gradually returned to her eyes against her terribly pale face.

The straight and sinewy legs came into her sight, leading her to the face of the rescuer above her.

It was a man with deep eyes, cold and sharp eyebrows, pursed lips, exuding hostility in the air. Though sitting on a wheelchair, he possessed a natural imposing manner that seemed strong enough to overwhelm all around him.

The crowd couldn’t help but step backward as they stood in awe of him, looking at the unexpected arrival with astonishment.

Who was he?!

Faint and transfixed, Charlotte was sitting there, staring up at Kennedy Moore, who kept holding her up.

“You ... you’re still here?”

She thought that he should have left due to her looked bad in those dresses, but it turned out that he didn’t.

“Won’t you get up?” His pitch-black eyes focused on her, as he asked in a low voice.

The words brought Charlotte back to earth. Just as she intended to stand up following his gesture, a burst of tearing sound came from below - the dress with embroidered skirts, which was heavy enough to strip her off in public if she proceeded.

“Oh, no.”

With a deep frown and unpleasant eyes, Kennedy was glued to her.

bit her lower lip and spoke in embarrassment, “The skirt

narrowed his eyes, sizing

complete loser. How humiliated she was at this time! Would Kennedy turn

covered by a jacket. Surprised, she raised her head,

“You ...”

“Won’t you get up?”

herself with his suit jacket on, and stood

hands were thick and warm, injecting from the palms some sort of impetus and sweetness right into her heart, which faded away and left a sense of loss

by a pleasantly strong masculine scent on the jacket, dispelling her nervousness and

so many years, she felt she was being

“Who pushed her down?”

harsh as water

harshly until she thought the man

back. What was going

what had

who

and cold voice sounded even more formidable, astonishing

a man be so commanding when he

to disown the thing and pass the buck to the saleswoman, “It’s none of our business.

The clerk said the lady intentionally ruined the dress and has

the villain, she waved her hands in a panic, trying to defend herself, “No, sir, the lady knocked into

Indeed it was the fault of no one else but herself, who was being

disdainfully and raised his voice,

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