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

Charlotte rushed out of the room without her shoes on and found the maid. "Hello."

In the face of the maid, Charlotte had always been cowardly, because she knew the maids looked down on her, and she did not know whether she could have the button back.

Had been ready to be scolded by the maid, Charlotte, did not expect that the maid, after seeing her, changed her face, stepped back, and then respectfully called her, "Missus." Charlotte was stunned for a moment. What was going on?

"Missus, what can I do for you?"

Charlotte paused and then nodded. Although she did not what was going on, at present it was not the most important, but to have the button back.

Thinking of this, Charlotte asked, "You cleaned the room just now. Have you found a button?"

Hearing this, the maid responded, "Are you looking for the golden button? I thought it was Mr. Kennedy's."

"No!" Charlotte replied, "That's mine. Where's the button?"

"Er..." The maid slightly changed her face and said, "Sorry, Missus, I thought it is Mr. Kennedy's, so... I let Lydia ask for me."

Her heart almost jumped out of her throat. Her face became blue. "Mr. Kennedy has not come back. Where are you going to find him?"

"Well, because I am going to get off work soon and Lydia will be on duty at night, so gave the button to her and she will ask him when he comes back. Missus, since the button is yours, I will take it back." Charlotte was vexed. She was worried that Lydia the maid would go to Kennedy with the button, so she decided to go to her personally.

"No need, tell me where Lydia is, I will personally go to her."

The maid, seeing that her face was grave, said cautiously, "I'll take you to her, Missus."

"OK."

Under the guidance of the maid, Charlotte learned that Lydia went out unexpectedly.

Hearing that Lydia went out, Charlotte's face became uglier than ever. The maid was so frightened that she began to shiver and say, "Missus, I'm really sorry! I don't know that button is yours. If I knew it is yours, I would certainly give it back to you instead of giving it to Lydia!"

"You passed me by. I am his wife, but you did not give me the button, but to..." Charlotte was angry, because the maid had passed by her and knew she lived there. Couldn't she just give her the button? Charlotte could not help getting angry.

"Missus, that's a man's button, and... It was found under Mr. Kennedy's bed, and subconsciously I thought it was Mr. Kennedy's."

Charlotte's eyelids fluttered. Yes, she had almost forgotten that it was a man's button, and her nervousness would make people suspicious. Thinking of this, Charlotte suppressed the emotion in her heart and whispered, "That is the button of the suit I bought for my father. It is very important to me. Could you please help me contact Lydia to get it back?"

The maid nodded, "Yes, Missus, I will do it at once."

Then she went to make a phone call, leaving Charlotte standing where she was.

She was still worried, but she dared not show it.

Two minutes later, the maid answered, "Lydia has gone out to do some shopping. Missus, you can go back to room first. She will come back in about an hour. She will send it back to you later."

An hour? No! Kennedy would be back in an hour. If Lydia sent it back, Kennedy would found it out. Charlotte thought for a moment and asked softly, "Does she have the button with her?"

"Yes."

That was terrible.

"Missus, I understand your mood. I will personally wait here and take the button back when she is back. And I will send it back to you, ok?"

There was nothing to be done. Charlotte bit her lower lip and nodded. "I'll come to you in an hour."

When she was back to the room, Charlotte sent a message to Diana. Diana immediately called. After knowing what happened, Diana could not help but scold her, "You are really stupid. The two maids are people of the Moore family. You acted so abnormally, they will certainly suspect."

Charlotte bit her lower lip. "I was flustered at first, so I couldn't calm down!"

"Why don't you calm down? You are the Missus of the Moore family. If you scold them, they dared not do something, but you are abnormal, they will have doubts."

Diana sighed, "I must get the button before the maid comes back, tell me all the details you know."

Charlotte, "Is it possible? I don't know much."

"Don't look down on my family. My brother is capable. Wait for my news."

After hanging up the phone, Charlotte sat on the bed, holding her cell phone.

After a while, Kennedy came back and Nathan pushed him in. Charlotte probably had a guilty conscience. When she saw Kennedy, she stood up and looked at him awkwardly. Charlotte was a demonstrative person. Everything showed in her face and she could not hide anything.

Kennedy knew it after these days getting along with her. She was nervously staring at him and tightly holding the phone. Kennedy knew she must have done something guilty. Kennedy's eyes moved slightly. "You go back first."

Nathan paused for a moment and then looked toward Charlotte. "I am leaving. Call me if you need help."

Charlotte was most afraid of being under the same roof with Kennedy. Facing Kennedy's penetrating eyes, she always did not know where to put her hands.

The phone vibrated. There was a message, but Charlotte stood still.

Kennedy slid the wheelchair and slowly got closer toward her.

Charlotte pinched the phone tightly and stared at it subconsciously.

When Kennedy approached, Charlotte took two steps back and sank down on the bed.

"Guilty? What have you done?"

"No, no." Charlotte shook her head. "You must be tired from work. I'll get you some water." Then Charlotte got up and was about to pass by him, but was stopped by Kennedy.

"What on earth did you do when you left the company this morning? It's not late to tell me now."

Hearing this, Charlotte's steps stopped in place and she lowered her eyes to look at Kennedy. So he was doubting nothing but this?

If she used this as a shield...