Her Second Marriage, Being Mr. Moore's New Wife

Charlotte lay on her bed and took out her cell phone to check the time.

It was almost time for Kennedy to go to sleep. She would wait a little longer.

But she fell asleep in the end. When she woke up, it was already the next morning.

When she got up, Kennedy was not in the bed. She grabbed her phone and saw that it was almost time to go to work.

She quickly got out of bed and lay down on the edge of Kennedy's bed.

Fortunately, the delicate button was still there.

Charlotte reached out her hand and tried to grasp the button, but it was a long way off. As her fingertips just touched it, instead of grabbing the button back, she pushed it out.

She almost fainted when she saw the button roll farther away from her.

Her position was now so limited that she could not reach it any further.

Charlotte could only get up to the other side to try to get it, but it was farther from the other side.

"What are you doing?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded.

Charlotte was scared out of her wits.

It was the voice of Kennedy. Wasn't it time to go to work? How did he suddenly come back? Charlotte lay there motionless, for she did not yet know how to react. What if she got up and gave herself away?

But that she lay there motionless made Kennedy suspicious. Kennedy narrowed his eyes and slid the wheelchair towards her. When he was near, Charlotte got up and grabbed an ear stud in her hand. "I lost my ear stud here."

Kennedy looked to her and found a shining ear stud in her hand.

"You look nervous?"

Charlotte was suffocated. "No."

"No?" Kennedy raised eyebrow and slid the wheelchair closer. The powerful male breath slowly came toward her, "Why do you look around and have sweat on your forehead?" Charlotte took a big step back and stepped out of the circle of Kennedy's powerful aura. "I tried to have my ear stud. It's a hot. And I had looked for it for a while, so I got sweat."

With that, Charlotte turned and headed for the bathroom. She needed to wash.

The reason she didn't worry about being finding out was that Kennedy was in a wheelchair, and if no one helped him, he wouldn't have had a chance to see what was under the bed, so the button would have been safe there.

So she could go to work at ease.

Before she went to work, Mr. Reynold asked her to the study and let her to find Gerald Carter to,= talk about the cooperation. Plus he told her not to tell this matter to Kennedy.

Charlotte did not know what to do when she arrived at the company.

Mr. Reynold and Kennedy had different ideas. It's really difficult for her to be caught in the middle.

She dare not disobey the order of Mr. Reynold.

So Charlotte thought for a while. She got up and went out. After getting into the taxi, she said to the driver, "Hello, this address please."

Charlotte told the driver the address of the Carter Group.

After arriving at the Carter Group, Charlotte went directly to the front desk and found she had no appointment at all.

"Sorry, Miss, you can't meet Mr. Gerald without an appointment. What can I do for you?" The receptionist stared at her suspiciously, with her eyes fixing on what she was wearing.

Charlotte flushed by being stared. She thought of Kennedy's words last night and what happened at the first time she went to the Moore Group.

It seemed that she had to change her clothes.

"I will come back this afternoon after the appointment."

With that, Charlotte left the Carter Group. She did not ask for leave from Kennedy. In these days, Kennedy did not need her help. Plus Mr. Reynold asked her not to tell Kennedy about this, so she said nothing. So Charlotte came back to her post secretly and sat down for a while. She felt relieved that nothing had happened.

After calming down, Charlotte called the Carter Group, telling her purpose and identity, but the other side hung up the phone directly. Charlotte was puzzled and had to call it again.

The other side said rudely, "Miss, if you call again to harass us, don't blame us to be unkind."

Then the other side snapped off the phone.

Charlotte put down the phone in frustration.

The attitude of the other side seemed to be tough. Gerald could have said something to them.

Appointment did not work. She could only tell Mr. Reynold off work.

When it was approaching the time to get off the work, Diana made a phone call to Charlotte to ask her out.

Charlotte agreed.

When Charlotte was at the elevator door, Nathan pushed Kennedy out of the office. Seeing him, Charlotte looked away in guilty.

He hadn't been paying attention to her recently, so he should not know that she had went out this morning.

"Assistant Wilson."

Nathan called her Assistant Wilson instead of Ms. Wilson, naturally.

Charlotte was grateful to Nathan, after all, it was he sent her the small bed.

Charlotte looked at Nathan and nodded to him with a mild smile.

The smile was so dazzling that Kennedy's deep eyes were uncomfortable and his brows puckered.

Nathan had been with Kennedy for many years, so he knew what Kennedy wanted even if he moved his finger. Now the breath on his body was a little cold, Nathan reacted at once. Recently... was something wrong with Mr. Kennedy?

The elevator came. After Kennedy and Nathan entered, Charlotte had not moved.

"Assistant Wilson, won't you come in?" Nathan asked.

Charlotte came back to her senses and smiled, "I forgot to turn off my computer. I will check it again. You go first."

Then Charlotte was about to leave, but at this moment Kennedy said, "Come in."

Charlotte looked back at him. "But Mr. Kennedy, my computer..."

"The computer is off."

"How do you know?"

"I checked."

Charlotte, ".

What else could she say? She could only step in.

The door slowly closed.

The small elevator was filled with cold aura of Kennedy that Charlotte had no place to hide.

"Did you go out this morning?"

A pang seized Charlotte's heart.

"No, no."

Mr. Reynold said it could not be known by Kennedy.

"No?" Kennedy raised his eyebrows, and his voice apparently became fierce.

Charlotte's eyes jumped.

"Not telling the truth?"

"I... I did go out in the morning."

"Why?"