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

The man was dragged back on his collar when his hands got shaken off and wanted to touch Charlotte again.

What happened? The man felt the atmosphere was getting cold. When he turned around, he found a man on a wheelchair was staring at him with a pair of eyes as sharp as a knife.

Although he was simply sitting there, the sense of nobleness could be seen by staring at his eyes. It seemed that nobody could get into his world as his cold eyes and powerful aura melted into a different but mighty world.

"What are you going to do to her?" Nathan grabbed his collar and asked.

"I am sorry!" The man apologized immediately when he figured out what happened. Although the man was sitting on a wheelchair, he could feel that he wasn't an ordinary guy. When he was grabbed from behind his back, he could barely fight back. What did that mean?

He wasn't a man without common sense after being in the society for quite a long time.

"I don't know she has boyfriend. I am truly sorry. Please let me go."

Kennedy didn't say anything; instead, his eyes glazed on the man's hands and asked him, "Which hand of you just touched her?"

The man was in a trance with his forehead kept sweating. Kennedy's stare was like an invisible mountain falling on his shoulder and he couldn't help cringing before him. Gradually, he raised his right hand. "Disable it."

His calm tone was like a bomb exploding on the ground with noisy music.

The man's expression suddenly changed. His teeth trembled and said, "I...I...I...I didn't mean to touch her. I don't know...sir, please forgive me!"

He hadn't finished his words when several men in suit and sunglasses showed up to catch him. The man hadn't come across any scene like this and was almost scared to death.

However, at this moment, Charlotte, who was bending over all the time, suddenly stood up and walked towards Kennedy staggeringly.

"You!"

She went in front of Kennedy and pointed at him with her index finger.

Kennedy's expression didn't change and he looked at her calmly.

Charlotte's face flushed, with a pair of drunken eyes, portraying her enchanting expression. Her red lips were moist with wine. Her hair was ruffled on her shoulder, covering half of her face. All these seemed to be her natural makeup, and more natural than a makeup.

Kennedy was absent-minded, deeply attracted by her enchanting eyes.

"Why do you...mind my own business?" Charlotte got angry and pointed at him.

However, she was so drunk that she couldn't say a clear sentence. Instead, her limp body was full of coquetry.

Kennedy's subordinates watched this scene in great astonishment.

This woman was pointing at Kennedy's nose and asked him why he should interfere. Nobody dared to do this before!

"Say something! I am asking you!" Seeing Kennedy sat here without moving, Charlotte stepped forward, but got stumbled and fell on him.

"Mr. Kennedy!" Nathan's eyes were wide opened and shouted nervously.

Seeing she was going to fall on him, Kennedy could adjust his wheelchair. If he did, Charlotte would fell onto the cold and tough floor. If not, she would fall into his arms with so many people looking around.

BANG!

His subordinates stood aside and looked at what happened in surprising.

Was that true? Kennedy used his hands to support her.

Charlotte almost hit on the arm of his wheelchair, but Kennedy grabbed her other arm and braced her into his arm.

Nathan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, her head did not collide onto the armrest.

All the subordinates were dumbfounded! Nathan curled his lips, as he had seen Mr. Kennedy taking liberties with this woman. Hence, this...couldn't surprise him at all.

Charlotte's soft cheek bumped onto Kennedy's hard chest, and after she was brought into his arms, she didn't move.

Only after a while, she muffled out, "It hurts..."

Hearing her words, Kennedy wrinkled.

What a woman! She just bumped into him. If it were not him holding her up, her face would have been smashed on the floor. But now, instead of showing any gratitude, she was complaining? "Why are you...so hard?" Charlotte continued to complain, fisting on Kennedy's chest, "You are such a jerk! You hurt me!" Kennedy, "..."

His subordinates, "..."

Nathan was rubbing his forehead, worried. Was Charlotte drunk?

She didn't dare to do such thing to Kennedy under normal circumstances.

It was surprising that Charlotte behaved completely different after getting drunk. Nathan thought this Charlotte was...cute.

"You didn't answer me!" Charlotte kept hitting on his chest. Although her strength was weak and Kennedy could barely feel anything, it would affect his authority towards his subordinates. Kennedy held her thin and fair wrist and scolded her in a cold voice, "You'd better stop doing this!"

"Why should you mind my business?" Charlotte raised her head and asked him back, as if she didn't understand what he was taking about. When she raised her head, her face got very close to Kennedy. He could smell her scent. It was a sweet scent that belonged to a woman, together with the smell of alcohol, combining into a kind of stimulant.

Kennedy held his breath and looked at her face in front of him.

Charlotte didn't wear makeup in daily life, but she got fair skin, white and tender, and especially red and tempting lips. It kept opening and closing, luring him to do something to her.

Kennedy's eyes darkened. He held his hands around her waist and said in a deep low voice, "Do you dare to get closer?"

He thought he could threat her, however, he didn't know what a drunken person would do.

Alcohol makes people brave. The more you encouraged her, the more powerful she would be.

Charlotte, who was irritated by Kennedy's words, got closer to him, until there was barely space left between them.

"Well, I dare."

Charlotte answered in a lovely voice after getting closer.

Her voice was soft, like a marshmallow just getting rolled up from a machine. The sweetness made Kennedy's heart beating quickly.

His breath got deeper as he stared at her angrily.

"Don't flirt with me!"

What a damn woman! Her behavior almost drove him crazy after getting drunk.

"Flirt? What does that mean?" Charlotte smiled, holding his jaw, and continued, "You haven't answered my question yet. Kennedy, didn't you get sick of me? Why...do you get involved into my business again and again?"