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

Kennedy’s hands were in the air. He was frowning at her.

What was going on with this woman?

Charlotte did not talk to Kennedy, but quickly got into the quilt, covering marks on her neck.

Kennedy was unpleased to see that she covered up the marks.

“What are you doing?”

Charlotte hid in the quilt, revealing only a head in the outside and looking at Kennedy.

“Last night you...” She stammered and couldn't speak.

Kennedy stared at her sharply, “What?”

“Did you?” Charlotte again unconsciously wanted to bite her lower lip, but thinking of what he had just said that she always bit her lips, she controlled herself not to do that.

“What?” Kennedy knew that she lost her mind at that time and might not know who he was, so he asked her who he was at the most important juncture. When she shouted out his name, Kennedy had a strange feeling.

Now she asked about it, he wondered if she remembered what had happened last night.

Charlotte stared at him for a moment. “When I asked you to leave, did you leave?”

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Kennedy said, “No.”

No? Charlotte's eyes trembled. “Didn't you leave? Then you......”

If he hadn't gone, then... Charlotte paused for a while and then asked in a low voice, “Are you all right?”

be worried about him. It was obvious that she did not remember what had happened last night and was still

know if I'm

“Er...”

remember what happened

eyes and then said, “Last night... All I remember is that you came into the room, but Gerald had the

eyes

to say it and her

Kennedy did not intend

his eyes and whispered, “Don't you know incense? If you are drugged, you will feel uncomfortable, but you are...” incompetent? Of course, Charlotte didn't

you were... So he's trying to get

understood what

angry that she completely forgot what had happened last night and thought he

Charlotte called him since he had no

wheelchair to get close to Charlotte, “Are

head. “I just thought they were using me

suddenly pulled her

to push him away, but

and put it on the

It's all your work.” Kennedy’s voice was deep, like mellow wine across

noticed the scratch on his face and

didn't she

with her hand to his

It was broken.

began

What did he mean?

more tightly, because he found that she wanted

don't know what you are talking about.” If the scratches on his face

it? Charlotte couldn't remember what