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

The shameless question made Charlotte speechless. She stared at him for a while and failed to make a retort. When she thought of the fact that it was him who had taken her back home last night, she was grateful, and she dropped her eyes.

"Anyway, thank you."

Again.

She looked lifeless again.

Kennedy's mind was a maelstrom of churning emotions. Was she unable to show any excitement in front of him? Was that why she treated him like this? At this thought, a wave of anger flooded over him from nowhere, so he sneered, "I just didn't want you to dishonor the Moore family. Otherwise, I couldn't care less if you die outside."

Those ruthless words were plunged into her heart like a poisoned sword. Charlotte opened her mouth, clenched her fists quietly and finally said, "I see."

After that, she turned around and walked into the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom, Kennedy had already left for work. Charlotte wanted to get changed and went out, but she couldn't find her suitcase. Besides, the clothes she had put in the closet were gone, too.

Charlotte's face darkened. She turned and headed towards outside.

She happened to meet the maids pushing racks of clothes and walking over to her. They stopped at the sight of her and chorused, "Missus."

Charlotte was startled. She looked at them with curiosity, "What are these clothes for?"

"Missus, Mr. Myron asked us to bring them here."

Charlotte ran out of words. Suddenly, it came to her that Kennedy had bought her a lot of clothes yesterday, "These are all for me?"

"Yes, missus."

The maids pushed the racks into the room, and put the clothes into her closet one by one.

Kennedy was a man of conscience. Since his closet was huge and his collection of clothes was limited, the space they occupied was rather little. Therefore, the rest of the closet was left for Charlotte. The maids put those expensive clothes into the closet neatly one by one, and then said to her, "Missus, these are all for you and we have arranged them for you. If there's nothing else to do, we will go out." Staring at the full closet of fine clothes, Charlotte was silent for a few seconds, and then she raised her head, looking at the maids who were about to leave, "Wait for a minute."

The maids stopped with tremendous pressure and looked back, "M... Missus, anything else we can do?"

"Where are the clothes I put in the closet before? And, where is my suitcase?"

The maids' faces changed when they heard that. The head of the group explained in a low voice, "Missus, the suitcase is too old, so we... threw it away and those clothes..."

On hearing this, Charlotte's whole face changed, "Threw away? How can you just throw my belongings away randomly?" She asked angrily.

The maids lowered their heads, "Sorry, Missus. It was... Mr. Kennedy who ordered us to throw them away, so..."

Charlotte finally realized it was Kennedy's idea. He disliked her clothes and thus bought new ones for her. Meanwhile, he threw her old ones away.

Well. It was not their fault. After all, they were acting on the orders from Kennedy.

"Sorry, Missus. We're really... sorry."

"Forget it. This is not your fault. Where's the suitcase?" There was something important in it!

"In the garbage room. Let me take you there."

"OK."

Charlotte followed one of the maids into the garbage room. She spotted her suitcase immediately in the corner. She trotted there with the maid following her and explaining, "The suitcase has always been here and never opened. Missus, please check it. Is there anything missing?"

Charlotte checked it over and let out a sigh, "No. Thank you."

"Not at all, Missus. But... are you going to take the suitcase back?"

Charlotte nodded, "Yes."

"But..." The maid hesitated, "Mr. Kennedy said that..."

"You don't need to worry about him. If he asks you about this, just tell him that you have already thrown it away, but I took it back."

When she finished her sentence, Charlotte dragged the suitcase and headed back. The maid followed her and wanted to say something but stopped. Finally she remained silent.

Charlotte wiped the suitcase after she returned to the room, and took a bag out of it. In it was a black dress, which was bought by her with anticipation when she had just got married. However, she had no chance to wear it, because she had to go to work.

Now she had no other option, so she could only take it out and put it in use for the time being.

After all...

Charlotte looked back at a full closet of clothes, and her gaze dropped down slowly. She had said that she wouldn't spend his money and she definitely wouldn't wear the clothes he bought for her!

In the office

"Knock knock-"

"Come in."

The door was opened and a beautiful figure slid in, putting the coffee on his desk.

"Mr. Kennedy, your coffee." Charlotte put the coffee on the desk, poker-faced, turned around and was about to leave.

Kennedy's eyes were fixed on the documents. Suddenly, he came up with something and raised his eyes, seeing Charlotte in a black dress. The silhouette of the dress was demure. Even if in the workplace, it didn't seem redundant, highlighting the slimness of her tiny waist.

It was just that...

This dress seemingly was not among the clothes he bought yesterday.

At this thought, Kennedy's thin lips moved.

"Wait."

On hearing this, Charlotte stopped and turned around.

"Mr. Kennedy, is there anything else I can do for you?"

Kennedy narrowed his eyes.

Charlotte had put on light make-up today. She also put on the popular brownish red lipstick, which emphasized the natural fairness of her complexion. She let her waist-length hair down, adding a touch of delicacy to her face.

She looked much better than usual, but, Kennedy was upset.

"Where's this dress from?"

Charlotte was surprised by his words. She puckered up her lips and answered, "It's mine."

Seeing that he was still staring at her, Charlotte could only start to explain, "I've put it away before. I just took it out today."

Kennedy got displeased, "Why not put on one I bought for you?"

"Didn't I tell you yesterday that I wouldn't spend your money?" Charlotte said stubbornly, "I mean it."

"Well." Kennedy chuckled, "Are you not really spending my money? Who do you think is paying for your food and accommodation?"

"I..." Charlotte couldn't find herself a reason to argue, and said after a deep breath, "I know you're paying for my food and accommodation, but I'll work hard, so you can take it out of my pay."

"Do you think your meager income is enough to cover your expenses?"

Charlotte became silent. Exactly, the Moore house was huge, so maybe her pay really couldn't cover the cost of the rent, "So what do you want? I'll work hard and pay back no matter what. You can let me do whatever I can do in the company."

At the end, Charlotte even got a little agitated, and her small white face was filled with earnest. Kennedy realized that she was talking to him seriously about this matter, without any hypocrisy.00000000