Rejected Heiress, Reigning Queen novel Chapter 95

Carter's gaze darkened with a shadow of sorrow.

"The rightful head of the Harrington family was supposed to be my uncle. When I was in college, I was kidnapped. To ensure I got out alive, he held off the kidnappers by himself. They shattered his legs. He's been in a wheelchair ever since."

Emma understood instantly.

She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, her tone serious. "Don't worry. No matter what I investigate or what moves I make, I will never do anything to hurt your uncle. I only want the truth. The truth about where I came from."

Looking at the unwavering determination in her eyes, Carter felt a deep sense of understanding, yet an undeniable sting of disappointment.

He sighed inwardly. At least he had the official title of husband now, and Emma wouldn't be leaving the country anytime soon. He just had to prove himself.

Right now, he had the ultimate home-field advantage.

Emma had initially been worried that living with Carter would be incredibly awkward, but his demanding work schedule kept him out of the house until late every night, entirely avoiding any friction.

Today, she was supposed to attend the auction. Following her usual morning routine, she stepped out of the bathroom freshly showered and wrapped in a towel, only to freeze when she realized Carter was standing by the sink.

"W-what are you doing home?"

Emma's eyes went wide with shock. One hand clutched her damp hair, the other gripped her towel tightly.

Her naturally luminous skin seemed to literally glow, dewy with the humid air. Her usually cool, detached eyes were wide with a deer-in-the-headlights panic, completely stealing Carter's breath away in a single second.

"I... ah."

Emma tried to scramble backward, forgetting she hadn't put on her slippers. Her bare feet slipped against the damp tiles, and she tipped backward.

She let out a sharp gasp of terror. Carter's reflexes kicked in instantly, his arms sweeping out to catch her before she hit the floor. The panic in his eyes matched hers perfectly.

"Are you okay? Did you twist anything?" Carter's strong arms were locked tightly around her waist. Emma looked down, horrified to realize her towel had slipped dramatically, a fiery blush exploding across her chest and face.

"I... I..."

Emma frantically yanked the towel back up. Carter immediately whipped his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut.

"I'm not looking! Take your time."

Her heart hammering against her ribs, Emma managed to secure the towel and practically sprinted out of the room.

Carter didn't even open his eyes as he called out, "Slow down! Don't fall again!" which only made her run faster.

"So embarrassing..."

Back in her room, Emma buried her burning face in her hands, feeling like she was going to combust.

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