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

Nathan muffled his eyes instinctively, trying to make himself invisible.

He didn't see anything.

While he could still hear the lingering sound they made when they kissed. Couldn't he just wait until they got into the room? Why had it to be in the elevator?

The kiss didn't last long, as Charlotte didn't get her breath in the proper way, and sank into his arms faintly.

This was not her first time. Kennedy released her body and clinched her chin. He asked hoarsely, "What did you do to Manfred? He cares about you so much."

He even tried to pick her up.

Did he get his permission?

Charlotte turned a misty eye. She twinkled with a dull voice, "Who... is Mr. Manfred?"

Kennedy lifted his brows and squinted, "You don't know him?"

"No." She nodded amenably.

After a moment's silence, Kennedy asked unexpectedly, "Do you know who I am?"

Nathan froze there.

This was terrible.

Charlotte put her hand on his cheek. She gazed at him for a while with her lips curving up, "Who are you?"

Kennedy's face turned deathly pale. She didn't even know him along the way. Kennedy became depressed just by thinking of it. He looked straight at her, "You have one more minute to think over who I am!" "Kennedy!!" Charlotte screamed out clearly after he finished.

The elevator door opened. Nathan hesitated whether to push them out or not.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Why... are you meddling with my business?" She dropped the conversation back, after realizing Kennedy was in front of her.

Kennedy felt headache. She just wouldn't get off his back.

"Get back to my room." Kennedy commanded with a frosty voice. Nathan pushed them out to the room without a break.

After they got in, Nathan wiped away his sweat, "Can I leave now, Mr. Kennedy?"

"Hold on. Get two maids here."

"Okay."

Nathan soon brought them in and waited outside.

They made great efforts to get Charlotte off. She was making noise all the time. After putting her onto the bed, everyone got a little sweaty.

"You can leave now."

After they left, Kennedy rolled his wheelchair towards the bed. He fixed his gaze on her, who had calmed down already.

Kennedy freaked out when she burst out, as if she was crying when they put her onto the bed.

Now that he was in front of her and took a close look, she remained unchanged.

"One... one more drink, please!"

Suddenly, Charlotte mumbled and turned herself over.

Kennedy showed a chilly look. She really enjoyed boozing.

After a while, Nathan pushed the door open when he heard Kennedy's voice. He didn't look around anymore.

"Mr. Kennedy, these stuff just arrived. They belong to Mrs. Charlotte."

He took them over and confirmed it. The bag was broken. "Clear them away and discard the bag."

"Okay."

"Then get some water here."

Nathan went out. When he came back, he put the bucket on the table before Kennedy asked.

Kennedy was surprised, "You seem to know what I want to do."

Nathan crackled a smile, "I can definitely read your mind, after working as your assistant for such a long time."

By hearing that, Kennedy raised his eyebrows, "Really? Don't you know that I'm going to pour the bucket on her to wake her up?"

Nathan trembled, "You are kidding. Are you really going to do this?"

"Wring out the towel for me."

Nathan sighed with relief. Mr. Kennedy was just making fun of him.

He passed the towel over. Kennedy stepped forward and gently wiped her face. Charlotte seemed to feel uncomfortable by that. She shook the towel off and grumbled, "Don't touch me..." Kennedy paused for a while before he went on.

Charlotte hummed. She was about to strike out when Kennedy berated her, "Stop moving, or I will throw you down to the ground."

Nathan whispered, "Kennedy bluffed again!"

While this worked for Charlotte. She lay still, and Kennedy started to clean her forehead.

As time went by, Kennedy suddenly stopped and stared at her with knitted brows. What happened?

By noticing the strange look on his face, Nathan followed Kennedy's sight. Charlotte started to weep with no reason. She was lying there quietly before. Tears dropped down from her face. The pillow got soaked in a moment. What... was wrong with her?

"Why?" She asked in a soft voice, weeping all the time.

"Mom...I...I'm your daughter as well..."

She choked with sobs and wrinkled her brows tightly.

Nathan felt awkward. He was overwhelmed by what he saw. Then he turned to see what Kennedy would do.

Kennedy dropped his glance with an unpredictable look. He handed the towel to Nathan impassively, "Wash it up.

Nathan took over and cleaned it up. He sent it back to Kennedy with a cautious voice.

"Well... Mr. Kennedy. Was Charlotte thinking of something sad?"

Kennedy didn't respond. He dried her tears with slender fingers, "You can leave for now."

"But you haven't..."

"I know clearly about myself. I can do it on my own."

After hearing that, Nathan popped out his eyes, "Don't take risks, Mr. Kennedy! If you reveal your identity..."

"What can be exposed in this room?"

"Mrs. Charlotte... if she finds out..."

"No worries." Kennedy replied with a dull look, "It doesn't matter if she knows about it. I will settle her by myself if she talks recklessly."

Nathan got nothing to say. But would he be ruthless enough to do that?☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐