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.

headache. She just

frosty voice. Nathan pushed

in, Nathan wiped away his sweat,

Get two maids

“Okay.”

them in and

off. She was making noise all the

“You can leave now.”

Kennedy rolled his wheelchair towards the bed. He fixed his gaze on

freaked out when she burst out, as if she was crying when

of her and took a

more drink,

Charlotte mumbled and turned herself

look.

the door open when he heard Kennedy’s voice. He

arrived. They

over and confirmed it. The bag was broken. “Clear them away and discard

“Okay.”

get some

back, he put the bucket on the table before

surprised, “You seem to know what

read your mind, after working as your assistant for

“Really? Don’t you know that I’m going to

Are you really going to

out the towel for

Mr. Kennedy

and gently wiped her face. Charlotte seemed to feel uncomfortable by that.

paused for a while before

hummed. She was about to strike out when Kennedy berated her, “Stop moving, or I

whispered, “Kennedy

Charlotte. She lay still, and

time went by, Kennedy suddenly stopped and stared